Ang turned back toward the cloud of blood mist, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.
When the Imperial Shackles had first passed through his body.
He had almost instinctively swept his body frantically with his spiritual power, trying to find something abnormal, but the result had been blank—he had found nothing at all.
He had assumed the emperor was merely putting on a show, and had even sneered inwardly, thinking the so-called Imperial Shackles were nothing but a hollow threat.
Yet in the next instant, the Archmage outside the barrier had exploded into a cloud of blood mist and died on the spot.
The blood mist drifted through the air, carrying a thick stench that savagely assaulted Ang's senses and filled him with an indescribable sense of unease.
"How could the Imperial Shackles have no effect on you?!" the emperor roared, his voice full of shock and fury.
"What the hell are you yelling for? How the fuck would I know?!" Ang shot back without giving an inch.
His anger had already been rising, and now he no longer bothered restraining himself. His tone was sharp and provocative.
The fury in the emperor's eyes instantly surged as he cast the Imperial Shackles again.
The shackles condensed in the air, carrying an invisible pressure as they suddenly descended like lightning.
Ang's heart tightened. Though he did his utmost to evade them, he still failed.
Yet this time, the invisible shackles once again passed through his body without causing him the slightest harm.
The terrifying part was the other Archmage outside the barrier.
He did not even have time to cry out before, like his previous companion, he turned into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.
That suffocating stench spread once more, as though reminding everyone that the shackles