Liu Huang might not have been as strong as the Second Night King, and his seniority was far lower, but he was no less important—perhaps even more so. Anyone in Kunze could escape, except Liu Huang. He represented the dark side of Glory Hall.
Death energy drifted like black clouds, slowly passing over the Second Night King. His limbs were bound, and chains stretched down into the ground.
Having only recently been imprisoned, he was not yet as numb as the other prisoners. His gaze brimmed with resentment and unwillingness to accept his fate.
He had spent many years cultivating at the ruins of the Cold Immortal Sect. Even in the sect's history, few had been able to cultivate indefinitely with the aid of the Cold Immortal Pond's waters and prolong their lives, but he had managed it. His strength surpassed that of the First Night King at his peak, and he had believed he could lead the White Night Clan to glory once more. Yet the moment he emerged, he saw the White Night Clan suppressed, the stone stele in the Ancestor Land toppled, and Night King Star split apart. Before he could take revenge, he was captured and brought here. Even Lu Yin, his enemy, felt sorry for him—let alone the Second Night King himself.
He had not given up. He was waiting for an opportunity. This little Kunze could not keep him trapped.
Lord Pig arrived.
The Second Night King opened his eyes and saw Lord Pig. He frowned. Ever since he had been locked in Kunze, this pig came to check on him every day. Whenever it spotted him absorbing star source, it used the Original Treasure Formation to alert the Star Source Universe, which then forcibly drained it away. What a nuisance.
If he ever