"What a pity, Sky Pillar Douluo. From the very beginning, our goal was never to kill you."
"Because for us, that would be troublesome, time-consuming, and exhausting. For that lord, it simply isn't worth it."
Almost the instant the words fell, Yun Ming sensed what they intended. Soul Power erupted from his body, and his Four-word Battle Armor operated at an unprecedented speed.
Then, at a speed nearly impossible to perceive, he rushed frantically toward the command headquarters.
But it was already too late. The several kilometers around him, even the ground beneath him, had been enveloped by an invisible black fog.
Like the heavy mist within a swamp forest, it made the air suffocating. The surroundings became unpredictable as well, making it impossible to tell direction from direction.
"I told you long ago not to try escaping, Yun Ming. You simply don't have that ability."
"Even if I faced such a fellow, my chances of moving would be practically zero. Hehe, so just stay here obediently and chat and have some tea with us three old fellows."
"When everyone on Douluo Continent is dead, we'll consider letting you out."
With Mist and the Third Sequence's assurance, death was like restarting in a game for them. They could return here anytime, anywhere.
Yun Ming had noticed this not long ago. That was why he had not dealt killing blows during the battle, to prevent them from greatly draining his Soul Power.
Yet he had never expected that, no matter how vigilant he was or how high he raised his Spiritual Power, he would still be caught and thrown into a cage like a turtle in a jar.
This was bad. Douluo Continent's strongest combatant had been imprisoned. Now, the only person capable of fighting that group from the Abyss and