Begging for Mercy

Hands of white vapor pulled free from the clouds one after another, like white flood dragons reaching up from the deep sea. Their five fingers spread wide, clutching figure after figure.

Those figures struggled in the void, yet no matter how they thrashed, they could not break free in the slightest.

Every one of those figures radiated a formidable aura.

Gong Huaqing immediately recognized quite a few of them. They were all human Masters registered with the Celestial Court, powerful beings rarely seen in the world.

These people usually appeared and vanished like divine dragons, their heads seen but never their tails. Yet now, they were like fish caught in a net, utterly bedraggled.

These powerful Masters had escaped through the rifts in the clouds while Chen Duan was battling Three Free Heavens, but now they had all been captured and dragged back.

So many Masters—under ordinary circumstances, any one of them could stir up the winds and clouds of an entire region. Yet now, like chicks, they were caught in those hands of white vapor, unable to move, their struggles feeble and laughable.

The bound Masters all turned their gazes toward Chen Duan's present form.

"Th-this... what is this..." someone muttered, his voice trembling.

Everyone was utterly dumbfounded.

Only now did they understand that this was not some natural disaster at all.

It was a demon! A demon!

They had merely wanted to go up and take a look, to see what lay beyond the heavens, only to suffer such an unprovoked calamity.

Quite a few people came to their senses and began struggling desperately, trying to break free.

Someone also shouted, "Everyone, join forces! Let us stand together against this demon!"

People immediately began responding one after another.

They gathered their respective powers together, attempting to form a