The beam of corrosive light fired by the flower monster descended like divine judgment, its force pressing heavily down on Rhazor.
At the same moment, countless vines, flower monsters, and walking trees closed in from every direction, bringing with them even more corrosion and danger.
Rhazor's eyes burned fiercely. He had found a path to freedom, though with only a 7% chance of success. Naturally, that measly percentage told him this was no longer a training session.
It had now become a battle to the death, and he had to win.
While dying would not be permanent for him, considering Klaus could simply create another incarnation, the energy required to recreate him would be enormous, and his cultivation would fall to the True Immortal Realm, the same level as his original body. Not to mention the disgrace and stain it would leave on his reputation.
