The bewitchingly strange woman in black had originally wanted to say no, but facing that soul-shaking Imperial Heavenly purple aura, her expression changed again and again.
"Your Excellency already possesses such cultivation. Why make things difficult for a weak woman like me..."
Her voice turned soft and seductive.
Yang Huai glanced at her. This woman certainly knew how to adapt; earlier, she had threatened murder at every turn, fierce and ruthless, yet now she knew how to lower her head and play meek. She was indeed usable material.
People like this were born for dirty work!
But they would not be easy to subdue, either.
Yang Huai glanced at her and said calmly.
"The Demon Race has already declined. Outside, the gods of the Mystic Gate are settling accounts with the Demon Race. Do you think you still have a chance to break through to the True One Divine Realm and achieve a perfect Dao Fruit?"
"Only by following this lord will you have a future!"
Yang Huai did not waste further words on her. With a lift of his hand, purple light surged and transformed into a stream of radiance that enveloped the depths of the black-clad woman's brow. The purple light became a violet-gold talisman and entered the depths of her Primordial Spirit. Her expression immediately changed, and savage ferocity abruptly filled the depths of her eyes.
The next moment, agonizing pain suddenly tore through her Primordial Spirit, as though countless blades had pierced it. She could not help clutching her head and letting out a miserable scream.
Yang Huai's expression remained unchanged as he said.
"Serve this god well, and one day you will naturally attain righteous fruition. But if you harbor treacherous intentions, you will only bring about your own destruction!"
Yang Huai showed no mercy