The golden palm was like the hand of fate, controlling the destinies of all living beings. It rendered the Purgatory Demon Spirit powerless to resist as the aura of death washed over it.
"Spare me! I am willing to be your servant and serve you for all eternity. I am the Purgatory Demon Spirit! I can help you control this Purgatory World and deal with powerful enemies."
The Purgatory Demon Spirit was on the verge of suffocating. It struggled to beg for mercy, desperately trying to prove its worth.
It was certain that the Purgatory World before them would be enough to tempt Ye Wushuang.
'If Ye Wushuang takes the bait, he'll spare my life, and then I can escape at the first opportunity!'
'By then, even Ye Wushuang won't be able to do a thing to me!'
Sure enough, upon hearing the Purgatory Demon Spirit's words, Ye Wushuang's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the Purgatory World.
