The changes in the heavens and earth filled the entire world with an indescribable sense of oppression.
It was as though space itself had grown viscous.
Five Saints guarded the formation's nodes, while a powerhouse who had embarked on the path to godhood hovered in the sky.
A true net of heaven and earth!
"Nether River" glanced around at the five figures standing guard and let out a sneer.
"Even your watchdogs are no weaklings. You really think highly of me."
Perhaps it was because he had a record of killing someone in an instant. Even the five Saints guarding the formation nodes were nearly as powerful as Mak'zul, and perhaps even stronger than Yong Xinglai.
At least, that was the case with the formation's enhancement!
If even one of them died during the encirclement, it would be a massive loss for the organization. They might have prepared for that by loading themselves with all sorts of life-saving items.
"Mr. Nether River, there's no need for any more arguments at this point. I'll ask you just one thing..."
The white robe of the golden-masked figure had already begun to billow, fluttering with a rustle.
"Are you willing to open your mind and let me imprint you?"
"Nether River" looked calmly at the man before him. Sensing an aura that partly belonged to a Saint, yet also carried an unusual, higher rank, he sighed helplessly.
"A Venerable who has embarked on the path to godhood has personally made the request. I, Nether River, understand the stakes. Reaching Sainthood is no easy feat. If you agree to spare my disciple as well, then go ahead."
"Good. Mr. Nether River knows how to read the situation. In that case, please put on these shackles first."
The golden mask made no hesitation. He tossed