The skill of immortality had one prerequisite: he could not be subjected to the enemy's divine-sense attacks. If the enemy used mental attacks, a single god-level illusion might trap Lu Yang in place forever, making him sleep until his lifespan ran out.
Even the Blazing Demon God was unsure whether Bernd possessed such divine-sense attack techniques. After all, he belonged to a God-Affiliated Race and had some real strength. Therefore, the Blazing Demon God said, "I can only help you block one divine-sense attack. Head toward the ferocious beast battlefield."
Lu Yang turned and flew southwest. The baleful aura from that direction was so intense that even the Blazing Demon God, thousands of miles away, could sense it.
"Friend from the Flame Race, are you leaving already? I've been waiting for you for a long time." A holy-light slash dozens of meters wide suddenly shot toward him from the ground.
The intense holy light seemed capable of slicing a wound through the sky itself, wrinkling the space it passed through. Lu Yang had been focused on the distant battle between Bernd and Lordos and had never expected an enemy to ambush him outside the holy-light barrier. His body was instantly sliced apart by the gigantic holy-light slash.
"Did he die that easily?" A White Feather Clan expert flew up from the ground, holding a golden saber. A cold, arrogant expression appeared on his savage face as he said, "A Lord Tier is truly no match for my blade."
The moment he finished speaking.
Lu Yang revived on the spot. Sixty strands of gray Chaos Flame flew from his body and tightly bound the White Feather Clan expert's limbs, torso, head, and every other part of his body. The next second, Lu Yang activated Bandalsburg Prison and dragged him inside.
Then