Lu Lin, the Flying Ace, Takes the Stage-Eternal Divine Kingdom

"You're calling for backup?"

The black-clad powerhouse on the other side seemed to have received some kind of message.

But he wasn't especially worried.

"It's no use. We've already sealed off Birmingham Planet. No one's coming to save you."

"Don't waste your energy. We don't want to use force, either. After all, you're a Marshal Level powerhouse, and you can still be of use to humanity. We don't want to kill you."

The Black-Clad Man made himself perfectly clear.

He didn't want to kill them—not that he couldn't.

At that moment, Can Ming also received a message from Lord of Jingzhe.

He told him that Birmingham Planet could no longer send out any powerhouses.

Birmingham had now been sealed off by a group of unknown forces. They weren't killing anyone or looting, and they weren't attacking at random.

They had simply cut off all transportation.

No one was allowed in.

No one was allowed out.

More than a dozen General Level powerhouses and several Marshal Level powerhouses had tried to break through the blockade together, but the Black-Clad Men had slaughtered them all.

Now, the entire Birmingham Planet had been completely cut off from the universe.

What's more, reinforcements dispatched by the major nearby forces wouldn't be able to arrive anytime soon.

Lord of Jingzhe hadn't known why they were doing this.

Now he understood.

It was because Lu Lin and Zhao Futu were among the first batch of Top 10,000 geniuses to arrive in the area.

"Find a way to escape."

That was Lord of Jingzhe's advice.

But Lord of Jingzhe didn't know what Can Ming and the others were facing.

If they were up against a band of space pirates, there'd be no doubt about it: even without fighting back, Can Ming could easily get away just by