At the thought of this, "He" could not help but fall silent. From time to time, "He" had a conflicted expression.
Zhou Eleven looked at "His" unpredictable expression for a while and said calmly, "This Emperor doesn't have that much time for you to consider."
"I'll give you another 10 seconds. If you're willing to follow This Emperor and become His subordinate, This Emperor can naturally spare your life. You can even recover from all your injuries and… give you a chance to improve."
"However, if you're unwilling to follow This Emperor, This Emperor won't force you."
"This Emperor will personally send you to your death."
"Think about it yourself."
The Spacetime Will smiled bitterly and said, "Since Your Majesty has said so, if I still don't realize it, it's time for me to die."
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Towards the end, "His" expression turned solemn.
At the same time, "He" felt a little uneasy.
