"Enslave Skill!"
Wen Zhixing's voice was gentle, laced with threads of seduction.
He hung his head low, his slowly widening eyes flickering with an unusual brilliance.
Opportunity.
Finally, he had found his chance!
Wen Zhixing's heart was secretly thrilled and agitated.
He had waited so long, and finally, the day had arrived.
Playing the back-stabber for so long, all for this moment.
Now Feng Ruoli's divine soul was weakened to an extreme; the probability of him successfully implanting a slave imprint in her was exceedingly high!
"Enslave... Skill?"
Feng Ruoli heard these words, her long, dense eyelashes trembling slightly, as if sensing something amiss.
However, it was a bit too late.
Wen Zhixing's eyes narrowed, a frightening gleam shining forth!
In an instant, a powerful Divine Soul Force shot out from his pupils.
BUZZ!
Just as Feng Ruoli opened her eyes, she was instantly dazed.
The overwhelming Divine Soul Force surged into the center of her forehead.
"You..."
