A powerful spiritual pressure bore down on him, striking a deep fear into his very soul.
By now, Lu Cang's mastery of the soul, Death Spells, and Spiritual Magic had all reached the Grandmaster Level.
"It's, it's the King!"
"He's the one who made me become a Doomsday Prophet!"
"He told me he would orchestrate that day's destruction! All I had to do was deliver the corresponding prophecy!"
"I didn't need to worry about anything else!"
Lu Cang observed the man's spiritual fluctuations. Although they were filled with panic and a desperate will to live, the words he spoke were true.
"The King?"
"Why would the King make you become a Doomsday Prophet?"
He frantically shook his head.
"I don't know! I don't know!"
Lu Cang snorted coldly. "Think carefully. Is there anything else you need to confess? If you don't tell me everything, you can leave your life here."
Though he had the face of a child, his expression was now incredibly grim.
It was a terrifying sight...
