Outside the prison, cries of battle and wails of agony rose and fell amid the darkness, while the sounds of fighting drew ever closer.
Before long, the people who had escaped from the prison retreated back inside one after another. The Green Ox Spirit followed with his men and arrived outside the cell door.
The Green Ox Spirit was covered in a murderous aura, and rage filled his large bronze-bell eyes. Sweeping his gaze over the crowd, he said bitterly,
"You condemned prisoners have only survived this long because of my great mercy, yet not only do you fail to be grateful and meekly cling to life, you even dare to break out and flee. Do you truly think I would not kill you?"
As he spoke, he made a grasping motion and dragged a man straight into his hand, clamping tightly around the man's throat.
The man struggled desperately, but he could not break free from that iron-pincer-like hand. With a twist of his wrist, the Green Ox Spirit snapped his neck, killing him on the spot.
"Who took the lead, and who undid the Restriction?" The Green Ox Spirit casually hurled the corpse into the crowd and asked coldly.
The moment he finished speaking, he noticed Shen Luo, who was refining the Innate Plumes.
"Hmph. You really are no harmless fellow, brat. You must be the one behind all this trouble. I'll start with you." With that, the Green Ox Spirit raised a hand and grabbed. A stream of green light condensed and coiled toward Shen Luo's neck.
At that moment, a figure suddenly flashed sideways and blocked Shen Luo. With a chopping palm strike, he scattered the green light.
"Qilian Mi, do you want to die too?" the Green Ox Spirit snorted coldly.
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