Master of the Heavens charged angrily into the fog. Then, in a sudden bout of dizziness, he realized that he had been transported into a cave.
There were several silly-looking jailers in the cave.
The cave was utterly bare, with nothing inside. Feeling along its walls, he discovered that there was not the slightest trace of spiritual energy.
After feeling around a few times in frustration, Master of the Heavens gave up and sighed. "Not again."
Then the five or six dazed jailers surrounded Master of the Heavens.
Soon, the two sides began fighting.
The power used by the jailers did not require spiritual energy. It was strange and rigid, yet immensely powerful; every attack came close to a Sage's strike.
As a cultivator of Honghuang, however, Master of the Heavens could not conjure his attacks from nothing. He could only rely on spiritual energy.
There was no spiritual energy in the cave, so Master of the Heavens could only use the spiritual energy contained within his own body to attack.
Maintaining himself this way would naturally cause Master of the Heavens' reserves to dwindle rapidly, making it difficult to sustain the battle.
Thus, after fighting for at least ten days, Master of the Heavens barely managed to defeat the five jailers and take control of them.
By then, Master of the Heavens was practically exhausted.
There was no spiritual energy here to replenish him. It was far too damaging. Master of the Heavens had many magic treasures, and they contained spiritual energy as well, but he had nearly absorbed all of it, turning them into useless junk.
"Thankfully, I held out until now. I need to find a passage back to the Honghuang World quickly. Otherwise, if one or two more jailers come out, I'm finished."
Muttering to himself,