"Little Eight!"
Green's summons through Little Eight's Space-Time Link Talent was blocked by a membrane of this great world. Little Eight let out a cry, looking as though the impact had left it dizzy and disoriented.
"Damn it, Green Beast, why have you run into another high-grade material sealing space?"
Little Eight cried out in pain. Clearly, this Ironblood Cage Trial Grounds was an extremely high-level seal for Green at present; even the Space-Time Link Talent between Little Eight and Green had been cut off.
Green wanted to ask Little Eight something, but received no answer at all. Apparently, Little Eight could only conduct some simple one-way communication at this moment, and the fellow had failed to answer the question Green most urgently wanted answered.
Just how much time had passed in the real material world!
It was as if the three Corruptor Scarecrows had sensed Green's actions. Another Scarecrow, with a string of keys hanging around its neck, let out a hoarse laugh.
"Hehehehe, this is a trial ground built by the Ironblood Galaxy Civilization for prisoners. Every ten years, adult elite Ironblood warriors come here to undergo their coming-of-age ceremonial assessment. Your deep-layer illusory communication will be blocked by the Ironblood canopy here. After all, this is a trial world specially created by the Ironblood Galaxy Civilization with the Ironblood technology it is most proud of."
As it spoke, the hoarsely laughing Scarecrow swiftly turned gloomy again. Two clusters of soul-fire in its eyes stared fixedly at Green.
"Why can't any biological aura be sensed from you? You drifted from the deep-layer illusory space-time into the shallow layer without seeming to suffer any damage. You cannot possibly be as weak as you appear."
This Scarecrow's expression changed as unpredictably as the wind and clouds, leaving Green somewhat unable