The Undead Demigod, who had been kneeling on the ground, froze at those words.
In truth, Yang Fan had never intended to take him in.
Unlike Lingxu Zi, the Void Spirit Race possessed almost no frontal combat capability.
If one was weak but had clear value, one could still be used.
But the Undead Demigod before him was completely different.
He was too powerful, his foundation too deep, and his war capabilities downright terrifying.
If a Subordinate God became stronger than the Lord God, who could guarantee there would be no backlash?
What was more, this was a Demigod imprisoned by Primordial Academy.
As a peerless Human Race monster, taking an Undead Demigod as a Subordinate God would somewhat damage his reputation.
Some things could be done in private, but once brought into the open, they easily invited criticism.
After all, one should say less that was detrimental to unity.
As for things detrimental to unity, if the benefits were sufficient, then do them—but it was best not to let anyone know.
Yang Fan felt that he had always been a low-key person.
At that moment, the Undead Demigod was completely dumbfounded.
He simply could not understand it.
Why was trash like Lingxu Zi acceptable, while he was not?
"Human Race..."
"You..."
Even his voice trembled.
Yang Fan merely waved a hand lightly. "Stop struggling. Given your current circumstances, there is no second possibility."
"You had your believers kill themselves, which saved me quite a bit of effort. You will suffer a little less too."
"It is good for everyone."
Hearing this, the Undead Demigod fell completely silent.
Yet even at this point, Yang Fan still did not directly send in his main forces.
Instead, he had Foundation Establishment cultivators, Martial Masters, and Second-Tier Artificial Lifeforms form an elite army