Mingye's whole body tightened and his lips trembled.
A fight…
What Father wanted to see was a fight to the death!
"Father, there will be a lot of casualties, I'm afraid…" Before Mingye could finish speaking, the Undead lord was already looking at him coldly.
With just one look, Mingye felt an incomparably powerful force pressing down on him. His legs seemed to have lost their strength. He fell to his knees in front of the Undead Lord with a plop, and cold sweat kept rolling down his body. He could only barely support himself with his hands on the ground, and his body was constantly trembling.
"Mingye."
"Yes…" Mingye squeezed out a word from the gap between his teeth. His internal organs seemed to be squeezed out.
"When did you start objecting to my words?" The voice without a trace of emotion descended like a nightmare. The Undead Lord propped his chin with one hand and looked down at Mingye kneeling in front of him with contempt.
