Even the opponent's true form... has it disappeared?
Where is he?
Is he preparing the next wave of attack?
Panic gripped his heart instantly.
Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and fled.
He knew very well that such an entity was something he could not provoke; he had never felt such power and terror, not even from some Ninth-Layer Cultivators.
But just as he turned, he suddenly felt his body sink—a terrifying gravity pressed down, causing his just lifted foot to pause, his whole body stumbled, and he fell to the ground.
Moreover, a cage silently rose up from the ground, enveloping him completely.
"Senior, spare my life.
This has nothing to do with me.
It was Zhao Shanhe, Zhao Shanhe called us here, saying he had an enemy who stole his stuff and asked us to help him seek revenge... it has nothing to do with me."
"Is that so?"
Zhou Changwang murmured.
Only then did the cultivator horrifically realize that this voice was so close, almost only within ten feet.
