'Envelop him with my Consciousness Suppression.'
Luo Zijie's body shook violently, terror filling his eyes. He felt an unprecedented pressure enveloping him.
It was as if everything around him was trying to devour him piece by piece. He faced endless darkness, threatened with utter annihilation, not even bones left behind.
"What did you do to me?" Luo Zijie roared, his face drained of all color.
Tu Xiao'an looked up, his features as fine as a painting, and announced in a clear, loud voice, "I will take you as my servant."
"In your dreams!"
Luo Zijie understood the other's rapacious ambition and struggled desperately against the oppressive pressure.
But he was severely injured. The moment he struggled, his internal organs churned, and a large amount of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His life force plummeted.
