"Give up, Tuli! Nimian!"
Tai Feng shouted anxiously, especially at several of the Ancient Gods from his clan.
They had once been exiled into World Creation Mountain alongside him by the other gods, and none of them had participated in the Rebel War.
Of course, there had been differences in when they were exiled. Tai Feng had entered earliest, so he had never enjoyed the service of the myriad races.
But the others had enslaved the Dragon Race and Fuxi Clan to some extent.
Asking them to surrender to humanity was simply too much for their pride to bear.
"Tai Feng! It took us so much effort to get out... Do you really want to lose your freedom again?"
Hearing this, Tai Feng knew that they would not understand their mistake until they had battered themselves bloody.
"Binding!" Daikesi hurriedly bound Mo Qiong to prevent him from using the same trick again.
However, Daikesi also lost his Nine Senses. He toppled over after taking two steps without even realizing it, yet continued earnestly making strange walking motions on the ground.
He even said, "Tuli! Use ##! ￥ Tuli!"
His words sounded extremely strange. After losing his hearing, his speech had become distorted because he could no longer hear his own voice.
If even his sense of touch disappeared, his pronunciation would become even stranger.
Daikesi had lost all nine senses, and his speech was filled with all kinds of noise, including sections that suddenly went silent.
Still, the gods understood him.
Tuli drew a Sheepskin Map from the box he carried and slapped it toward the bound Mo Qiong.
Mo Qiong could not move at all. The binding trait prohibited all movement.
However, he could still launch things. Mo Qiong immediately released his Mental Power and controlled the Best Metal