Exclusive Claim to the Mineral Vein

"If only I could grant Yulia, Sildan, and the Blood Floss Demons the status of 'Tower Master.'" Wu Heng muttered.

At that thought, Wu Heng's heart suddenly stirred.

He changed his mind on the spot, left the Spirit Sacrifice Tower, returned to the Blood Floss Tower, and summoned Yulia and the other two.

"My lord, what are your orders?" Yulia asked as she swayed forward on her slender willow-like legs.

"Make preparations. I'm taking most beings at the Cursed Disciple rank and above to a certain place. These are the supplies we'll need—gather them immediately!" Wu Heng said.

"Yes!" The three immediately entered the Blood Floss space.

Wu Heng also sensed the situation within the tower, then spread his will throughout the Blood Floss space inside it.

Within the space, billions of Cursed Disciples across the vast red earth began to pray devoutly in unison after sensing the pressure of their 'Master' filling the sky.

A catfish-like monster had just swallowed half of a Cursed Disciple from the waist down and was about to gulp it down.

Yet it immediately stopped swallowing, folded its wings together, and began praying like a human.

Even the mid-rank Cursed Disciple in its mouth—whose flesh had been pierced by the catfish blood monster's fangs, whose spine had been broken, and who was in unbearable pain—struggled to place both hands against his chest and began to pray.

Blood welled from his throat with every prayer, yet it was as though the body did not belong to him.

To these Blood Floss monsters, Wu Heng was their 'Master,' their dominant personality.

Everything revolved around Wu Heng's will. No one could defy it in the slightest.

Such loyalty was engraved into their physical genes and soul particles. It was the fundamental law of their existence.

That was