"Money! Money! Give me money!"
"I, I want to make a lot of money! I can make a lot of money!"
"I want great wealth and success!"
The man tied up like a zongzi had red eyes, muttering to himself, gritting his teeth.
And the demonic qi on him surged intermittently, depleting his life force while strengthening his power.
Visibly, the thumb-thick hemp ropes were stretched to their limit, and there was every possibility that he might break them.
This was not something an ordinary person could achieve.
For cultivators, cultivation could be converted into demonic qi, but for ordinary people, they could only exchange life force for power.
And when he died, this unrestrained demonic qi would transfer to other people, using the human heart as a trigger, snowballing more and more.
