Wang Teng wasn't just torturing them. He wanted to wear down their willpower and prepare for what would happen next.
"Enough… enough. What do you want?" Ming Wu bore with the pain on his soul and asked.
Wang Teng waved his hand and kept the Holy Flame. He started a series of operations.
Lazy Devil Mist!
Enchanting Mist!
Bewitching!
Enchantment!
Blood God Curse!
He arranged everything.
The four dark apparitions only had their souls left. After getting burned by the Holy Flame, their willpower was much weaker. They couldn't withstand the heat.
All kinds of seals were left behind on the spot.
A few hours later, the four dark apparitions floated respectfully in front of Wang Teng. The fire cage had disappeared because there was no need to.
They couldn't betray him.
Even the Nether God Race's Ming Wu couldn't do it. With Wang Teng's control of the Nether God Race, he was confident that he could control this dark apparition from the Nether God Race.
