Dong Mingyu’s body trembled. The divine mark on her forehead was shining brightly, and a thunderous voice exploded in her mind.

“Those disobedient to the god will suffer the pain of ten thousand ants devouring their souls and never reincarnate.”

Dong Mingyu knew that this was the god’s will. She had betrayed a god.

Her soul was in immense pain, as if countless knives were cutting her, as if countless bugs were biting into it. However, she didn’t make a sound in order to not worry Long Chen.

“Speak to him. Endure it.” Long Chen wrote in Dong Mingyu’s palm with his other hand. He couldn’t speak spiritually, or it would draw the attention of the other side.

Dong Mingyu suddenly sneered, “I was never your follower, so why would I be obedient? When I was a child, I was your follower because my parents forced me in, shackling me to you. Did you give me the privilege of my own choice? I was born to be your slave, so you can order me around? All...