"Help, help! Let me go, let me go! My father is Yan Zhe!"
Yan Shili's hoarse, desperate screams spread through the Divine Domain in wave after wave. The magic formations densely scattered around the area remained perfectly intact, carrying his cries throughout the entire Divine Domain. From the sky, the ground, ponds, and pools, one Ashir Divine Clan god after another poked their heads out, looking Yan Shili up and down curiously.
Yan Shili, ordinarily handsome beyond measure, with red lips and white teeth, was now pale with terror. He had wet himself completely, soaking his crotch, and the stench was enough to make one's head ache. Several tall, sturdy, blond-haired, blue-eyed subordinate gods under Lin Qi twisted their mouths and turned their heads aside as they clamped down hard on Yan Shili's neck and shoulders, pinning him firmly to the ground and allowing him not the slightest movement.
His trouser legs were full of foul-smelling urine. If he struggled and that yellow liquid splashed everywhere, the mess would be unbearable.
Mu Wei stood before the golden Temple of War, which continuously shot streaks of golden divine light in the form of spears and halberds in every direction. Pointing furiously at Yan Shili, she shouted, "Make him shut up. That voice is unbearable! If he makes another sound, cut out his tongue!"
Yan Shili snapped his mouth shut and clenched his teeth hard. He stared at Mu Wei in terror, unable to understand how someone as petite and beautiful as her could issue such cruel, vicious orders. But he knew who Mu Wei was, so he no longer dared make a sound. He knew that if he said one more word, his tongue would bid him farewell forever.
Yan Shili's fanatic guards followed nearby, each one trembling with fear and