"So?" Necro asked coldly, exuding a poisonous pressure that scared the wits out of the Greenflame Disciples. "Have you made your decision?"
Those same Disciples were still reeling from how fluently this supposed 'Creator' could talk. They were given little time to truly consider the options, going straight to bowing and sweating while screaming their acceptance of whatever he had in store for them.
"At least you're smart," said Necro as he dropped a droplet of the purple [Control Essence] on each one of the prostrated Greenflame Disciples. "From now on, you all work for me. You'll obey every one of my commands."
With hazy eyes, Mo Wuxian and the other Greenflame Disciples nodded, robotically saying, "We understand, Master."
"Good." Necro looked to the extremely injured Viscera Refinement Realm Team Leader. "As for you…"
"N-No!! Pl-Please don't kill me…!" Yan Ro begged through broken, bloodied teeth. "I'll do anything you want me to do—"
*Drip!*
"Huh??"
