The Demon God's Physical Body

Beneath the dark dome of the sky, the Blood Prison Great Sage landed beside Fang Xuan. Both their expressions were very ugly.

"No good. There's no way out!"

The Blood Prison Great Sage gnashed his teeth. His fists were clenched tight, and his eyes were filled with fury.

After cultivating on the Path of the Great Dao for so many years, he had actually been taken into this world without the slightest power to resist. It filled him with a deep sense of humiliation.

"Don't be rash. Sit down first and observe this world."

Fang Xuan pulled the Blood Prison Great Sage down to sit. He looked around warily. The charred smoke and sparks floating in the air all reminded him that something terrifying had happened here before—and that it might very well happen again in the future.

The Blood Prison Great Sage took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself. Then he spread his divine sense outward, wanting to investigate the situation here.

Very soon, he saw the figures of other trapped people, but he did not see Gu An or An Zizai.

"So many people have been captured, and many of them have cultivations higher than yours and mine."

Fang Xuan murmured to himself, his tone filled with unease.

"Emperor Xuanji! Even he is here? They say he's one of the prodigies with the greatest hope of becoming a Great Dao Emperor Lord right now..."

Fang Xuan's expression changed drastically. After saying this, his face turned ashen.

The Blood Prison Great Sage's mood grew increasingly uneasy as well. The immortal gods had captured so many people—what exactly were they trying to do?

Elsewhere.

An Zizai followed Gu An the entire way. He discovered that his own steps clearly had not quickened, yet the surrounding environment was shifting