Sun Tong Casts a Spell to Disrupt Liang Ji, Mohist Official's Mundane Artifact Shakes Immortal Might

In an underground cavern of unknown depth beneath Daliang City, Sun Tong paced back and forth anxiously, oblivious to the damp earth smeared all over his trouser legs.

He clutched his hair in both hands, his face wrinkled up like a bitter melon, every bit like an ant trapped on a hot pan.

His pacing grew heavier and heavier, until at last the vibrations shook loose dirt from the ceiling, sending it sifting down in a steady trickle.

He could clearly sense that the slender thread of spiritual connection between himself and the Immortal-Binding Rope was gradually weakening, like the last candle flame in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.

Zhao Cheng was forcibly detaining and refining his magical treasure, the Immortal-Binding Rope!

Yet he did not dare show himself.

Back on Daliang City's walls, he had relied entirely on the Immortal-Binding Rope to barely restrain Zhao Cheng, seizing the chance to burrow underground and escape.

Now that the treasure had fallen into the other party's hands, if he rashly showed his face, Zhao Cheng's unfathomable halberd techniques would surely crush him completely. Forget taking back the Immortal-Binding Rope—he likely would not even have a chance to flee, only throwing his own life away as well.

"What am I supposed to do now?!"

Sun Tong crouched in the cold earthen hollow, his fingertips unconsciously scraping at the stone wall until they had gouged several pale marks into it, though he never noticed.

His face was scrunched up even tighter, his furrowed brow deep enough to crush a mosquito.

The Immortal-Binding Rope was a magical treasure personally bestowed upon him by his master, Juliusun. If he lost it, there was no way he could answer for it. After all, his master had only lent him the treasure for