Devouring the Tenth Tier

That was clearly some remote, backward, insignificant corner they had never even heard of.

Lin Ming ignored their confusion. He rubbed his chin and pondered to himself:

Microcosm Ranking? Only a hundred spots in the entire Azure Starfield? It sounded pretty impressive, with considerable prestige. I wonder where my current strength would place me? If I get the chance, I should go take a look.

However, the thought merely flashed through his mind. This was not the time to consider such matters. He had more important things to do.

He gathered his thoughts and turned his gaze back to the two dying figures in the crater.

When Blood Claw and Iron Bone felt Lin Ming's icy gaze settle on them again, the last trace of hope in their hearts was utterly shattered.

They exchanged a glance and saw absolute despair and unwillingness in each other's eyes. Blood Claw gathered his last strength and begged in a trembling voice, lowering himself completely:

"Sir... we... we are willing to offer our soul imprints... to become your servants... to serve you for all eternity... please... spare our lives... we are willing to be loyal to you... with our Tenth Tier strength... we can be of great help to you..."

Iron Bone also nodded with difficulty, his voice weak. "Yes... we are willing to submit... to sign a soul contract... and never betray you... as long as you spare our lives..."

They were truly terrified. Reaching the Tenth Tier had not been easy; it had cost tens of thousands of years and countless resources. Living for tens of thousands of years had been even less easy, and they had enjoyed wealth, glory, power, and status.

They did not want to die so humiliatingly here, at the hands of such an obscure young man.

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