Ding Ling obtained the secret he wanted.
With a casual wave, he condensed one Golden Hoop after another.
The Golden Hoops transformed into streaks of light and landed atop the heads of the Shadow Squad members, Homelander, and the others. In the next instant, the Golden Hoops clamped around their skulls, and they all crashed to the ground, screaming in agony.
This went on for quite some time.
When they rolled about in pain, unable to endure it any longer, and repeatedly begged for mercy, Ding Ling snapped his fingers. In the next instant, they returned to normal, each of them drenched in sweat and staring at Ding Ling in terror.
"The Golden Hoops on your heads can cross endless spaces and worlds. With but a thought, I can make you suffer unbearable pain, wishing you were dead. If you don't want to live in misery, then from now on, do as I say."
"Yes, my lord!"
A-Train swiftly knelt on the ground and showed Ding Ling the utmost respect.
Homelander, Ryan, and the others did the same. They revered Ding Ling like a god, prostrating themselves and not daring to raise their heads to look directly at him.
Ding Ling flipped his palm.
In the next instant,
Homelander and the others tumbled out of his palm and landed on the ground, returning to their normal size.
They immediately knelt on the ground again. They had no intention of escaping, nor did they dare to run.
The sensation from earlier had felt like their hearts were being cut by knives, the pain piercing their marrow and souls. Their entire bodies had seemed to be rolling in an oil pot, as if countless ants were gnawing at them.
No words could accurately describe that feeling.
If they really had to put