"Let go of me!!"
Bai Ye roared in fury, his voice filled with unwillingness and despair. His roars, like those of an enraged lion, echoed through the gloomy space, only to be mercilessly swallowed by the surrounding silence. "I have never killed an Immortal Official! This is a setup!!"
His eyes were bloodshot, like two blazing flames, their fiery light threatening to burn away the endless darkness.
He thrashed wildly, trying to break free from the ethereal chains binding him, but it was all in vain. His Nascent Soul trembled within him as his Cultivation was drained away like a receding tide. The loss of Power filled his heart with boundless terror.
「Hall of Ten Thousand Races, Transmission Space.」
Cheng Zongyang quietly observed Lin Feng, who had regained his senses. His gaze held both majesty and a hint of imperceptible expectation. After a moment, he spoke with a detached expression, "Let's go. I'll take you to see something."
