"Looks like there was an unknown side to the Jailers as well. When I return to the prison realm, I'll have to have a proper talk with that woman, Meister. Cultivating the outstanding while discarding the useless, optimizing the use of resources—how was that any different from the Cultivation World?"
Zhang Chen finally turned back to look at Jin Pangzi, who wore a crimson mask and whose body had been completely possessed. His consciousness had been utterly erased, his soul annihilated. His original body was completely dead.
"Meister, what are you talking about?"
Jin Pangzi tilted his head, unable to understand what Zhang Chen was muttering to himself. Influenced by the red mask on his face, the gold-foil umbrella in his hand gradually turned crimson from its base.
"Looks like you're nothing more than a clown. You understand nothing. So-called Divine Artifact materials never actually existed, did they? How do you think you came into being? Did you really believe Ling created you to fight the Jailers?"
"What do you mean? Stop spouting alarmist nonsense, brat."
The mutated Jin Pangzi moved with unimaginable speed, leaving only the afterimage of his crimson mask in the air. The gold-foil umbrella bristled with barbs as it shot straight toward Zhang Chen's head, while Zhang Chen merely raised a hand to block it.
"Clang!"
The gold-foil umbrella, strengthened by the Lord of Reverse Demons, shattered into metal fragments the instant it struck Zhang Chen's body. It could not even pierce a single inch of his skin.
"Your body is actually this powerful? This is Ling's realm. You're only a First-level Jailer—how is that possible?"
With an astonished expression, Jin Pangzi was seized by the mask with Zhang Chen's five fingers and lifted into the air, unable to move. Yet individual entities formed from deep-blue