"Wake up!!"
Jiang Dali's low shout rang out like spring thunder through the lowest level of the prison. An irresistible force pinned Fist God's burly body against the iron pillar, leaving him unable to break free. Layers of vital energy rapidly surged forth, forming Innate Gang Qi and setting down layer upon layer of force, tougher than steel wire, sealing off the entire space and lingering without dispersing.
Fist God panted violently like a trapped beast bound in chains. He hurriedly regulated his breath, but under the repeated confinement of Jiang Dali's Mind Cage, the beastly nature in his mind gradually peeled away, and some clarity and reason slowly returned.
Jiang Dali's tall figure stood proudly within the prison. Amid the swirling currents of force, his black cloak and long black hair whipped wildly about him. He looked like a demonic god emerging from the eighth level of hell, his imposing and powerful aura intimidating the entire prison.
"Urgh!"
Fist God let out a muffled groan. The beastliness in his red-veined eyes receded slightly, restoring a trace of clarity. Jiang Dali's figure was clearly reflected in his frenzied pupils, while his cracked lips moved and released a hoarse voice.
"Jiang... Jiang brat!"
Seeing that he had finally regained consciousness and once again called him "Jiang brat," the arrogant form of address he had once used, Jiang Dali was delighted rather than angered. He knew the medicine the Ice God Couple had given him to suppress the Beast Pill was indeed somewhat effective. A smile slowly spread across his lips as he withdrew the arms pinning Fist God down and said,
"Old fellow, are you feeling a little better now? Tell me, how can the Beast Pill's effects be completely removed? Do we have to obtain Immortal God's antidote?"
Fist God