Zhou Qi's gaze was fixed on Moga Luo, who was in a beastial rage, his muscles taut like a volcano about to erupt, every inch of his body brimming with power, and veins bulging beneath his skin like twisted snakes.

His already sharp eyes were now as red as burning flames, flickering with a nearly deranged light.

The low growls emanating from his mouth carried endless wildness and ferocity, and that aura, like an invisible pressure, seemed to solidify the surrounding air.

Zhou Qi knew that if Moga Luo continued like this, the situation could spiral out of control, and he might even attack the surrounding dependents, so he immediately unleashed his powerful Mental Power without hesitation.

Zhou Qi's Mental Power, like an invisible yet tenacious net, silently but precisely entangled Moga Luo's consciousness.

During this process, Moga Luo's body trembled violently, and he let out painful roars from his throat, full of resistance and struggle, as if fighting against the force that wanted to pull him back to sanity.

His limbs flailed constantly, his claws carving deep marks into the ground, scattering shattered rocks.

But Zhou Qi's Mental Power was unyielding, binding him firmly like steel; gradually, the frantic flames in Moga Luo's eyes began to dim, his muscles slowly relaxed, and he gasped for air, his gaze finally regaining some clarity as he looked at Zhou Qi wearily.

Zhou Qi reached out and gently patted Moga Luo's shoulder, saying earnestly, “Moga Luo, your talent is indeed powerful, but it's like a double-edged sword; if you can't control it well, it will harm you instead.

From now on, you must practice this talent more, adapt to it, master it, and strengthen your resistance to this power; only then can you unleash its true power, understand?”

Moga Luo nodded slightly, his eyes filled with awe and gratitude towards Zhou Qi; he silently vowed in his heart to quickly master this power and not disappoint his master's expectations.

Subsequently, Zhou Qi's expression turned serious as he gave an order: “Return to your tribe now and begin the parasitic work; develop as many parasitic dependents as you can, but be extremely careful.”

Moga Luo immediately knelt on one knee and responded firmly, “Master, rest assured, Moga Luo will not fail his mission!”

After receiving the order, Moga Luo took a deep breath and began to use his disguise talent.

He controlled the power within his body, and his form began to twist and change; his originally tall and robust body seemed to be slowly compressed by an invisible force, gradually returning to its pre-enhancement appearance.

The six imposing horns on his head also slowly shortened and merged amidst a strange flash of light, becoming four again.

At this moment, Moga Luo's appearance was indistinguishable from an ordinary Four-Horn Lizardman, and his wild aura was perfectly concealed.

After preparing, Moga Luo went to the evolution origin point placed in the center of the Geocentric Base and initiated spatial transfer.

Instantly, a dazzling light shot up into the sky, mixed with strange energy fluctuations that dispelled the surrounding darkness; after the light flashed, Moga Luo's figure disappeared from his original spot.

In the blink of an eye, Moga Luo appeared in a small cave not far from where his tribe was located; this cave also had an evolution origin point that Zhou Qi had given him, now named Lizardmen Tribe Base Number Seven.

Moga Luo cautiously looked left and right as he emerged from within, returning to his tribe's location.

Outside the massive cave, a pungent smell of decay permeated the air, and the dark, damp environment felt incredibly oppressive.

Faint phosphorescent dots flickered on the cave walls, emitted by special fungi, barely illuminating a small area.

Moga Luo cautiously wandered back and forth in the cave, each step exceptionally careful, fearing that even a slight sound would attract attention.

He looked at the numerous, ragged Single-Horn Lizardmen and Double-Horn Lizardmen on the outer fringes of the tribe, a pang of bitterness rising in his heart.

He had once been one of them; if he hadn't happened upon a passage leading to the surface while foraging and met the great master, his fate would undoubtedly have been the same as these refugee Lizardmen.

These poor fellow tribesmen had tattered clothes that barely covered their bodies, and their emaciated figures appeared even more miserable in the dim light.

Every day, they scurried around, risking their lives to forage for a bite to eat, but even so, they could only barely fill their stomachs.

Once a war broke out with other life forms or tribes, they would be ruthlessly sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder, sacrificing their lives worthlessly.

And those Elite Lizardmen living in the inner layers of the tribe would never even look at them directly; in the eyes of these elite, they were as insignificant as ants.

A bold idea quietly emerged in Moga Luo's mind: if he could turn all these Single-Horn Lizardmen and Double-Horn Lizardmen into the master's parasitic dependents, it would not only free them from this tragic fate but also be done without anyone knowing.

After all, no high-ranking lords would pay attention to the dust beneath their feet, and more importantly, the current Mind Control Demon Bug still had a significant risk of failure when attempting to parasitize creatures with high life intensity.

Thinking of this, Moga Luo's gaze gradually became resolute; these Lizardmen on the outer layer of the tribe were undoubtedly his best choice for now.

His gaze searched among these Single-Horn and Double-Horn Lizardmen for a suitable target, finally settling on a Single-Horn Lizardman who appeared quite weak.

That Single-Horn Lizardman was leaning weakly against the cave wall, his eyes vacant, his stomach sunken from hunger, his ribs clearly visible; his tattered robe was full of holes, some places so broken it barely hung on his body.

Moga Luo slowly approached him, his steps extremely light, fearing to startle the other party.

When he was close enough, Moga Luo gently squatted down, trying to make his movements appear gentle, and said in a low voice that only this Lizardman could hear, “Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you.”

At the same time, the Rank 6 Mind Control Magic Insect beneath Moga Luo's robe released a gentle Mental Power fluctuation, beginning to mentally erode him, causing his originally tense body to relax slightly, the fear in his eyes to disappear, and his entire being to become dull-eyed.

The other surrounding Single-Horn and Double-Horn Lizardmen were further away and could only see this noble Four-Horn Lizardman actually bending down to greet a fellow tribesman, who was also a Single-Horn Lizardman, and for a moment, they felt incredibly excited.

Moga Luo carefully took out a Rank 6 Mind Control Magic Insect from a specially made container he carried with him; in the blink of an eye, this Magic Insect transformed into a faint white light and entered the Single-Horn Lizardman's mind.