Beastmaster King

Lu Ran was speechless. He could feel that this guy was probably at his limit. He probably felt like there were ants crawling all over his body. He wanted to consume souls but was afraid to do so.

Even though his condition was slightly better than that undercover agent from the International Alliance, it wasn’t by much. He was likely on the verge of losing himself. There were definitely many people like him in the Other Shore.

Of course, there were always a few with extraordinary talent who could resist it indefinitely. For example, his cheap necromancer master had relied solely on his willpower to forcibly cultivate to the Legendary rank without suffering any negative effects.

Still, necromancers on Stellar Moon Continent had some advantages over those on Blue Planet.

At the very least, they practiced meditation, a technique from the Undead Cult that could suppress chaotic thoughts to a certain degree.

In contrast, Blue Planet’s beastmasters, who lacked cultivation techniques, could only rely purely on willpower to endure it. Lu Ran had no idea how long this guy had been a necromancer.

“How many of you are there?” Lu Ran plopped onto the couch, crossed one leg over the other, held his phone to his ear with one hand, and tapped his knee with the other.

If he remembered correctly, the man had just said we, meaning he wasn’t acting alone but represented a group of necromancers in a similar predicament.

“There are currently more than ten of us, and our numbers are still growing.”

“Alright. I’ll consider your conditions. But it’s too late right now. I’ll contact you through this number tomorrow. Make sure to answer.”

“Bro, please bring some food back...”