Team Member Death

"Spatial lockdown. Looks like this scout is pretty capable."

Zhang Chen had intended to transmit a message to Sun Shijia and have her use her eye power to observe the movements of the nearest teams, but the environment on the tenth floor had completely cut off contact between the inside and outside.

"There's a substance similar to black clay inside the walls, distributed very regularly between the layers."

Perhaps because of Zhang Chen's appearance, the prison envoy that had been attacking repeatedly fell silent for the time being. Chi Yuan, leaning against the corner, looked at Zhang Chen, their gazes exchanging information.

"Stay where you are. Don't move."

Zhang Chen's gaze swept around rapidly. Suddenly, he took a step forward, moving at a speed that should never have been possible at the Prison Eye stage. His right hand formed a claw, with no abilities applied to it.

"Boom!" The cement wall directly in front of him was torn apart by Zhang Chen's grasp, sending chunks of stone flying everywhere.

A man like a mass of sludge was caught in Zhang Chen's hand. The sludge withdrew into his body and formed a human shape. He had a crew cut and an utterly ordinary face, the sort that would be impossible to pick out among ordinary people. He truly was an excellent choice for a scout.

The man stared at Zhang Chen in utter disbelief.

A long red tongue drifted eerily before the man's face, making him immediately abandon all attempts at resistance. With a scout's sharp senses, he knew that any unusual movement would likely get him killed by the man before him.

"How many groups?" Zhang Chen asked coldly.

"Six..." His neck was tightly gripped by Zhang Chen, making it difficult for him to speak.

"How did you find us?"