Primordial City, Primeval Space. If his guess was right, the expert who had gone from Primeval Space to Primordial City was just like Ce Wangtian.
Trapped inside Prisoner's Ancestor World, Lu Yin was bound by endless chains of nebulae. He unleashed his divine power, trying to break free, but Prisoner raised both arms and used chains of Sequence Particles to tear through the divine power. He grabbed Lu Yin by the shoulders and grinned, showing his front teeth. "Let's die together."
As he spoke, the entire starry sky suddenly contracted. It wasn't the real starry sky, but Prisoner's Ancestor World. The endless chains of nebulae shrank to their limit, as though the entire starry sky had been detonated, bringing terrifying pressure.
Lu Yin was horrified, every inch of him turning cold. If he took this attack head-on, he wouldn't be far from death. This lunatic actually wanted them both to die.
Grabbing Prisoner's arm, Lu Yin squeezed. With a crack, the arm broke, but Prisoner connected it again with chains of Sequence Particles. Lu Yin kicked out, and the space around them collapsed and contracted to its limit. Lu Yin felt as if his entire body were being compressed into a single point. He couldn't help it; blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"You really want to die?" Lu Yin shouted.
Prisoner roared with laughter. "This is my Ultimate Move, one of the 108 suicide techniques. How's that? Packs a punch, doesn't it?"
Madman. Lu Yin's gaze sharpened. He waved his right hand. It was still Setting Sun.
Prisoner couldn't withstand an Artistic Conception Battle Skill. He coughed up blood again, and his arms fell limp. Seizing the opportunity, Lu Yin retreated again and again, only to find a section of real chain wrapped around his waist. What