The aggressive stance had nearly frightened everyone stiff, especially Ke'er at the side. Her eyes were wide and round as she stared fixedly at the long string of numbers on the Black Bar, then abruptly looked toward the Derivative Space bleeding continuously overhead before finally fixing her gaze on Cat Three's face.
That face was twitching, every nerve seemingly struggling with agitation. His pupils in particular kept shifting, like a fox that had fallen into a trap and was desperately plotting its escape.
A terrifying thought suddenly took root in Ke'er's mind.
She had been deceived.
She had read more of Li Ziran's memories and had even believed she could survive perfectly well in this brutal world. Until now, she had thought she had done everything well.
Yet everything before her made her feel that something was wrong. This Christie's auctioneer who had helped her complete the auction seemed far less trustworthy than he appeared.
She had given everything, only to receive a string of numbers.
"Li Ziran, impossible! I simply don't have that many Void Coins. You must be joking!" Cat Three still wore that strange smile, his gaze constantly sweeping the surroundings as he searched for a flaw in the plaza.
Just moments ago, his attempt to flee had seemed to crash into an iron wall. That method, which had never failed him, had forcibly pressed him back inside the robot.
He had never encountered such a situation. The entire robot seemed to have been wrapped in that bizarre iron wall, becoming a completely airtight cylinder.
He had tested it repeatedly. Whether through mental probing or Void methods, everything vanished as though sinking into the Endless Sea. Even the power within his body was dissipating. There was only one explanation: the Void Chains governing his entire body were