The Divine Soldiers laid down their weapons one after another. More and more Divine Soldiers gave up maintaining the array, and soon, the nearly shattered array completely collapsed.
Nearly twelve hundred Divine Soldiers dropped their dignity and knelt before Lin Yi.
They occasionally looked up at the Communication Spirit Crystal suspended in the air, watching another group of people who, like themselves, lacked backbone, gradually wearing away their guilt and shame.
Having over a thousand Divine Soldiers under one's command is indeed a good choice.
Yet, people's hearts are the hardest to fathom.
Now, without Xiyue by his side, Lin Yi couldn't use Jörmungandr's poison to bind the loyalty of these over a thousand Divine Soldiers. To make them one hundred percent loyal to him was much simpler—
Turn them all into his undead creatures.
Looking at the silver figures kneeling before him, Lin Yi felt no emotion in his heart.
He manipulated his clone to convey his thoughts:
