“Fennel,” Philip said softly. Greg could not figure it out. He looked at his shattered energy core, at a loss for words. A vine slithered over from a corner and bound Greg tightly to a wall. Aslan stepped forward with a smile. Sharp nails appeared on his fingers, and he scratched Greg’s neck forcefully. However, it was just for display. In reality, his movements were very gentle. His action merely caused some superficial wounds on Greg. Philip waved his hand and sprinkled some powder over the wounds. “Greg, your wounds will never heal.

Enjoy the feeling as your blood drains from your body one drop at a time,” Philip said emotionlessly. Hearing this, Greg was in despair. He never dreamed that Philip would be so cruel. Greg wailed in pain, hoping that Philip would let him go, but it was to no avail. Philip and the others rescued the remaining people and took them back to the campus quickly. The survivors felt very fortunate to be alive and wished they could become Philip’s loyal followers after witnessing his heroic actions. “T-Thank you…

” “Thank you so much.

We wouldn’t be alive if not for your help!

” “Yeah, we would’ve been dead if not for you.

” “Thank you for your help!

I’ll become your loyal follower from now on.