Another day passed.
Around ten in the morning, deep within a mountain in the western outskirts of Central Capital.
Yin Kuang was escorted here by four clone Yin Kuangs. Sitting in an off-road vehicle, he traveled deep into the heart of the mountain through tunnels. They passed layer upon layer of metal blast doors, and weapons defense systems lined the entire route. There were no fewer than ten Magic Blast Cannons alone! Yet what puzzled Yin Kuang was that all these defensive weapons were aimed inward rather than outward. He had no idea what they were up to.
With a hiss, the off-road vehicle came to a steady stop.
"Get out!" one of the clone Yin Kuangs said blankly.
Yin Kuang slowly climbed out of the vehicle. Two of the clones took out specialized handcuffs, intending to shackle both his hands and feet. Yin Kuang's expression darkened. "Those things can't hold me." Indeed, Yin Kuang was currently trapped, but anyone who thought he was completely incapable of resisting was gravely mistaken.
At that moment, one clone pressed his earpiece, seemingly receiving instructions. Then he shook his head at the two holding the cuffs and said, "Come with us."
Surrounded by the four clones, Yin Kuang was led back and forth through the cavernous interior of the mountain until they finally arrived before a wall. But Yin Kuang soon realized it was not a wall, but a door—a door even more wall-like than an actual wall. As the enormous door pulled apart to either side, the entire mountain seemed to tremble.
"What the hell is this about?"
As the giant doors opened, Yin Kuang saw an exceedingly spacious room. The whole room was enclosed in metal—hard and cold. Aside from three people, there was nothing in the metallic chamber.
Those three