At that very moment, the figure's body began to twist violently, as if sensing some immense threat.
It struggled with all its might, trying to break free from the hand that held it captive.
However, the hand was like an unbreakable shackle, locking it firmly in place. No matter how it struggled, its efforts were futile.
"Run. Why aren't you running anymore!?"
CRASH! Crushed stones and bricks scattered as a figure walked in from outside.
Beyond the opening, the sky was as dark as ink. A fierce wind howled, carrying icy threads of rain that danced wildly.
The wind poured through the opening, quickly scattering the dust that filled the room, and a towering figure appeared inside.
The man stood at least two-point-two or two-point-three meters tall, with the long arms and narrow waist of a powerful fighter, and a cold, stern face.
A faint, cold smirk played on his lips. It was Hu Qi.
