Lord of the Black Prison's face beneath his mask looked exceedingly grim. He had already used every trick he had to shake off the two men, but under their storm-like assault, he was already struggling just to fend off their attacks, much less escape.
No, if this continues, forget the monsters inside—even these two old bastards will be more than I can handle!
Lord of the Black Prison's eyes spun frantically beneath his mask once more, but coming up with a way out under these circumstances was harder than climbing to the heavens.
"Whew! It's been too long since I last moved. I didn't expect that I couldn't even take down a couple of small fry now. Nan Gong Old Ghost, are you still good?"
"Hehe... Murong Old Ghost, don't drag me in just because you can't cut it. I'm still full of energy. If you can't manage, stand aside and cover me. I alone can chop this bastard down!"
The saber-wielding old man curled his lip. His long saber slashed through the air, leaving crack-like trails behind it as he spoke disdainfully.
"Fine, Old Ghost. Today I'll show you what it means to grow old without growing weak. You scrawny dog can just watch how I twist this bastard's head off!"
The beast-transformed old man immediately took offense. The flames around his body surged fiercely, and before the saber-wielding old man could reply, his muscular body shot toward Lord of the Black Prison like the wind.
"That Old Ghost is getting worked up. You think you can take down a Level 96 Domain expert by yourself? Hmph..."
The saber-wielding old man muttered disdainfully again. Then his gaze sharpened, and his body cleaved through the restraints of space like a blade as he swung his saber at Lord of the