"Impossible to agree to your terms?" Ling Feng smiled. "Leader Camille, there are some things you really shouldn’t put in such absolute terms!"

Camille said decisively, "Anything else is fine, but this one thing, I absolutely, absolutely will not agree to! I, Camille, will never sell myself out!"

Ling Feng smiled. "Then there’s nothing I can do. I can only go help the Holy Spirit King. I’m sure the Holy Spirit King will offer me a deal I’m satisfied with."

Camille froze. Ling Feng was going to help the Holy Spirit King? How could he possibly go help the Holy Spirit King—this had to be a joke, right?

Seeing Camille’s shocked expression, Ling Feng said calmly, "Camille, I think you’ve forgotten one thing right now. The Saintess and I are not members of the Angel Race, so we have no need to fight and die for the Angel Race. We only have one goal: whoever gives us the greater benefits, that’s who we’ll help."

Camille stared at Ling Feng in disbelief. How could Ling Feng say something so "shameless"? But then she thought about it, and what he said made infuriating sense!

Given Ling Feng’s current strength, Camille had absolutely no way to put any constraints on him. If he really steeled his heart and decided to help the Holy Spirit King, that would absolutely be the end of the Angel Resistance Army!

"But... Dawn is a Holy Angel!" Camille was down to her last card and could only bring up Dawn as a bargaining chip.

Ling Feng nodded. "That’s right, Dawn is indeed a Holy Angel. But don’t worry, when the time comes, we’ll take Dawn with us as well."

"No!" Camille panicked. If they even took Dawn away, then the Angel Resistance Army would truly see no hope at all! 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Right now the Angel Resistance Army was mired in a desperate situation. Many people treated the Holy Angel as their final hope. It was only because the Holy Angel existed that they still had the motivation to continue the battle. But if the Holy Angel was gone as well, the Angel Resistance Army might collapse in an instant.

"Why not?" Ling Feng countered. "You think the Saintess and I can’t take Dawn with us?"

"Don’t take away the Holy Angel!" Camille was truly flustered. "The Holy Angel is our only hope, we..."

"And what does that have to do with me?" Ling Feng said coldly. "Camille, don’t forget, we are not of the Angel Race. We have no need to put the affairs of the Angel Race first."

"But we signed an alliance agreement before!" Camille gritted her teeth. "I don’t think you’d go back on your word, would you?"

At that, the coldness on Ling Feng’s face faded, replaced by open mockery. "An alliance agreement, huh. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would almost have forgotten."

Camille was stunned; she felt the ridicule hidden in Ling Feng’s words.

Ling Feng stepped forward and pinched Camille’s chin, speaking lightly. "Abandoning allies, selling out allies—is that your way of honoring an alliance as the leader of the Angel Resistance Army? If that’s how it is, should I learn from your fine example?"

Camille’s head buzzed, her mind going blank. "He knows. He knows everything!"

"I’ll give you one last chance to choose." Ling Feng released her and said coldly, "Acknowledge me as your master, or I’ll immediately assist the Holy Spirit King. You should feel lucky I’m not like you. Otherwise, I’d gift-wrap you and present you to the Holy Spirit King."

Camille’s body went weak. She knew she had lost, lost everything. Faced with a threat like Ling Feng, she had absolutely no room to choose!

Her current situation was just like when she had dragged Ling Feng to the Valley of Dragon Tomb back then. Her strength was inferior; she could only let herself be manipulated!

"I agree!" Under Ling Feng’s gaze, Camille painfully forced out these three words. It felt as if saying them drained all the strength from her body.

Once she spoke, a trace of confusion appeared in Camille’s eyes. She felt as though the convictions she had held for so many years collapsed in that instant.

"But I have one condition as well, and that is to restore the Angel Race’s status in the Angel World!" Camille took a deep breath. "Otherwise, I would rather shatter like jade than survive as tile!"

Ling Feng laughed. "Relax. I’m only having you acknowledge me as your master, I’m not turning you into my Puppet. If you see me do anything that harms the Angel Race, you can resist at any time."

Camille let out a faint sigh. Once she acknowledged a master, her life and death would be at Ling Feng’s whim. Even if she resisted, what chance would she have of success? But right now, Camille could only choose to believe him.

"Go ahead, then." Camille closed her eyes, waiting for Ling Feng’s move.

Ling Feng smiled. "I suddenly feel someone else is more suitable than me."

As he spoke, Ling Feng waved his hand. "Saintess, come out."

The figure of the Bright Saintess appeared before Camille, startling her. All this time, she had actually failed to sense the Bright Saintess’s presence—this showed just how strong Ling Feng truly was.

"Camille, you should recognize the Saintess as your master. I don’t want to bother too much with the affairs of the Angel World; the main matters still have to be handled by you and the Saintess," Ling Feng said.

Camille looked at Ling Feng and the Bright Saintess with a complicated gaze, then finally closed her eyes in resignation. "Do whatever you want. I’m just meat on the chopping block now; you can slice as you please."

Ling Feng ignored Camille’s displeasure. He reached out with his right hand and drew out a strand of Soul Power from Camille’s body, and at the same time drew a strand of Soul Power from the Bright Saintess as well.

"Master-Servant Contract!" Ling Feng growled. "Saintess, take a drop of Essence Blood!"

The Bright Saintess quickly forced out a drop of Essence Blood. Ling Feng fused the two strands of Soul Power together, merged them into the Essence Blood, then slapped it into Camille’s body.

As the Essence Blood entered her body, both Camille and the Bright Saintess couldn’t help but tremble. They both sensed the connection to the other party.

"Saintess, Camille is now your servant. As for how she betrayed you before, let’s just drop it," Ling Feng said.

The Bright Saintess nodded. "I actually never intended to pursue it, because we still need their strength. Earth is far too weak."

Ling Feng smiled. "Don’t worry. With me here, I’ll arrange everything properly."

Then Ling Feng said to Camille, "You may go down for now. As for the Holy Spirit King, you don’t need to concern yourself."

After Camille left, the Bright Saintess asked worriedly, "Ling Feng, are you really sure about this? The Holy Spirit King is someone who managed to scheme against a Holy Angel. His strength is definitely unfathomable!"

Ling Feng smiled and said, "It’s fine. The Holy Spirit King’s strength hasn’t reached the Immortal Realm yet—at most he’s at Half-step Immortality. What’s more, he was seriously injured by the Holy Angel before. Dealing with him, I’m fully confident."