"..." Lu Ran was speechless.
He could tell that this fellow might really be reaching his limit.
It was the sort of feeling of having ants crawling all over his body.
He wanted to eat souls, yet was afraid to.
Even if his condition was a little better than that International Alliance mole's, it was only by so much.
He was probably already on the verge of losing himself.
There were definitely many people like him in Other Shore.
Of course, that did not rule out a small number of exceptionally gifted people who could remain unaffected indefinitely.
For example, his nominal Necromancer master had relied on his own willpower to cultivate all the way to the Legendary level, without suffering any effects at all.
However, the Necromancers of the Star-Moon Continent still had a certain advantage over those of Blue Star.
After all, they at least knew how to meditate. The Undead Church's Calming Meditation Method could suppress their chaotic consciousness to a degree.
By comparison, Blue Star's Beast Tamers, who lacked the ability to cultivate, could only tough it out through sheer willpower.
He just did not know how long this fellow had been a Necromancer.
"How many of 'you' are there?" Lu Ran plopped down on the sofa and crossed his legs, holding his phone to his ear with one hand while tapping his knee with the fingers of the other.
If he remembered correctly, this person had just said "we." In other words, he was not representing himself, but a group of Necromancers in similar circumstances.
"There are over a dozen at the moment, and the number is still growing."
"All right. I'll consider your terms," Lu Ran said.
"But it's too late today. I'll contact you through that number tomorrow. Remember to answer."
"Bro, bring