"Spare me, spare my life..."
The other person uttered a weak plea, the pain was unbearable, excruciating to the bone.
He felt as if there were hundreds of burning needles torturing his brain, his vision going dark from the agony, even fainting seemed like a luxury.
Qin Yi withdrew his hand seal.
The person felt the pain recede like a tidal wave, and he collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, his clothes soaked in cold sweat.
"Thank you..." he said weakly, it was only in that moment he realized what it meant to prefer death to life.
The eyes of the other three were frozen in horror.
This was a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and yet such was his agony. It was clear how terrifying the pain he endured was.
"You, what exactly have you done to us?" one of them asked in horror.
Qin Yi's gaze was indifferent, "Now, I give you two choices. First, submit and serve me as your master. Second, a fate worse than death."
The four looked terrified.
