"Hmph, any further resistance will add another half hour for everyone!" the elder announced coldly.
The crowd seethed in both pain and anger, enduring a deep soul-level torment while keeping a vigilant eye on each other. If anyone dared disobey the Shadow Clan's orders again, they wouldn't hesitate to strike them down.
Finally, the half-hour of torment ended. Thankfully, no one had been reckless enough to act out, and as the soul attack faded, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Village Chief, for sparing us…"
The crowd fell to their knees, bowing in gratitude.
John was stunned. Were these people truly this spineless? The torture was caused by this elder, yet they thanked him for sparing them in the end.
He couldn't help but marvel at the Shadow Clan's methods, wondering if he might learn a thing or two from them someday—perhaps build his own authoritarian organization, where all his subordinates would obey him without question…
