"You... you want to kill me?"
David shouted in fear, "I... I know the whereabouts of the Devil Temple. Only one person knows. If I die, Peng Zhenyuan will definitely hide even deeper. You'll never find him!"
"So what?" Yang Tian smiled again.
So what?
Is that not enough?
You've come all the way from the Chinese lands to Russia. Is this not the palace of the devil?
David looked at Yang Tian's smile and almost broke into tears.
Even if I don't change, I still feel like I'm nothing more than a young werewolf.
I don't know how much time has passed.
When Yang Tian's face revealed a smile, David took a deep breath and said, "I... I want to survive!"
"Very well!"
Yang Tian extended one hand, infused with black brilliance, and slowly sent it forward, placing it on David's forehead where it began to melt away.
This was the art of soul creation.
Once this technique was completed, the soul would be completely controlled by Yang Tian, leaving no room for resistance.
