Yabolun, judged incapable of turning a corner, was now in the chaotic mist outside Battlefield Time-Space, savoring the frustration of yet another failed inspection.
If the fellow had truly been completely obedient, this step would have posed no difficulty at all for him. In the end, Yabolun still harbored a strong instinct to resist the rules Ronan had laid down.
Battlefield Time-Space was one thing, but when it came to the most crucial part—the "inspection"—he was even more deeply unconvinced...
What he did not realize was that the routine inspections of Battlefield Time-Space actually mirrored Sun Wheel Absolute Prison. Specifically imitated and carried out by the Dark Heavy Chains and Demon Rune, their core structural level far exceeded the upper limit of his usual ability pattern of "using rules to destroy rules."
Thus, Yabolun's soul imprint could be forcibly embedded into Battlefield Time-Space, but there was no possibility whatsoever of enduring an inspection.
His habitual stubbornness brought failure after failure. Yet for now, he was still far from being crushed by such repeated setbacks.
For now, that would do.
Saying he was taking Yabolun to conduct experiments had really only been an excuse to slip out from under Blood Demon's nose. There was no immediate need for it.
Ronan glanced in that direction, then entered Battlefield Time-Space directly.
Unlike Snake Tongue, Cat's Eye, Yabolun, and the others, who took up residence in this time-space through an "imprint mode," Ronan entered Battlefield Time-Space in his Real Body by means of spatial displacement, using the Mist Labyrinth as a transfer point.
This was also the only possible route for Earth lifeforms to enter in their Real Bodies.
To enter this way, one first had to lock onto the relative position of this rule-based time-space amid the "sandstorm" of the Mist Labyrinth—really, amid