The intense tone was hard to ignore.
Lear nodded slightly, his brow furrowing a bit after sensing the situation.
The faith was firm enough, but the strength was still lacking...
As he pondered, his gaze shifted to a certain direction in the territory.
The next moment, the extraordinary beastman possessed by the soul-devouring demon shot across the sky like an arrow, arriving swiftly.
Upon seeing Lear, he immediately knelt on the ground ingratiatingly.
"Your Majesty..."
His face was full of humble smiles.
His posture was far more deferential than that of a fanatic.
Lear wasted no words and spoke directly.
"Can you devour a part of their souls to enhance their power of the soul?"
The soul-devouring demon glanced at the fanatics not far away and confidently patted his chest.
"No problem!"
"I can infiltrate their bodies, using their souls to devour life, naturally strengthening their souls."
