Not only Flender, but also Tang Hao, Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, and the others had all been taken away by Luo Yun.
An hour later.
Spirit City.
The sky had already darkened.
There were far fewer pedestrians on the streets, but quite a crowd had gathered in the square.
Suddenly, someone looked up and saw a white figure flying through the sky, with several long, thin ropes trailing behind him. A few people were tied to their ends, swinging unsteadily in midair.
"Look! There's someone up there!"
"What? That's—That's His Holiness the Pope!"
"His Holiness the Pope is back! He's dragging some people behind him!"
"Who are they? What are those people?"
"I can't see clearly. Looks like they're all tied up."
"Look at those ropes—they're purple-black and glowing!"
"His Holiness the Pope... caught some prisoners?"
The crowd began to stir. More and more people looked up at the sky, their voices rising into a din, like a hornet's nest that had been prodded.
Luo Yun slowly descended from the sky and landed in the square in front of Pope Palace.
The pure white Creation God Armor gleamed coldly in the setting sun.
Behind him, the purple-black ropes dragged a string of people along, like a string of fish hauled out of the water.
Flender hung upside down;
Zhao Wuji was bound up like a dumpling;
Xiao Wu's hands were tied, and she struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free of the purple-black ropes.
The others were just as miserable, their clothes in disarray, their faces smeared with dust and blood.
More and more people filled the square, crowding around them in layer upon layer.
Someone recognized the captives and cried out in surprise, "Isn't that the dean of Shrek Academy? I've seen him before!"
"Shrek Academy? The shady