That was how Qin Zhu captured her so easily.
Suffocation brought a feeling of helplessness. Driven by her desire to survive, Phulla struggled desperately, but all she could do now was flail wildly. Her chaotic punches and kicks had no effect on Qin Zhu.
The Divine Power and Primordial Power surrounding Qin Zhu easily blocked those harmless attacks.
By the time Mahakasyapa and the others dodged the River Styx's assault and looked over the battlefield, they discovered that Qin Zhu had captured another teammate.
"You might as well surrender. Being strangled to death like this isn't pleasant. If I were you, I wouldn't resist. You've spent so long living high above everyone else that you've forgotten how cruel war can be."
"Who knows? If you stop resisting and put me in a good mood, I might even spare you."
As the King of Nine Nether, Qin Zhu was an exceptionally calculating man.
First, he used countless Ghost Tribe warriors to wear down their spirit and exhaust their strength. Then, when they were utterly spent, he launched a thunderous assault to completely shatter their psychological defenses.
Most importantly, Phulla's desperate struggles were like blades stabbing into the hearts of the surviving High Gods with every movement.
Resist?
The reinforcements they had been promised had yet to arrive.
With the speed of gods and the resources at their command, traveling from the Higher Plane to Nine Nether should have required almost no effort.
Yet they still had not arrived after so long. It was hard not to think the worst:
Had these High Gods, who had come on behalf of the Gods of All Heavens to hold Nine Nether accountable, been abandoned?
"What are you thinking? Do you really think Qin Zhu will spare you? Even if he does, think about it.