"Puh!"
In the northeast corner of the prison, a burst of golden light scattered; a golden net of silk, growing with the wind, descended upon Zhenbei Prison, from afar visible enfolding the prison within its shimmering mesh.
"Traitor!"
"I sentence you to the Netherworld Purgatory—never again shall you steal a breath."
The Six-armed Divine Emperor roared in fury.
That golden net seemed capable of subduing him—while it shrouded Zhenbei Prison, it felt branded onto his own flesh.
An agonizing pain bored into his body as though an iron brand, rendering him nearly mad with suffering; he could only focus on breaking free from the golden net first.
His true self, suppressed by the net, found his power sharply diminished.
"That's... the one-eyed old man."
Jiang Feng was dumbstruck.
He saw that the person casting the golden net toward Zhenbei Prison was a figure walking upon rays of golden light—none other than the one-eyed elder.
