Please Call Me Divine Lord!

The pillars of light Tom had used to block Kent's escape had vanished one by one.

Having noticed this, Kent decisively left behind a clone to hold Tom off while his true body fled directly.

If it truly came down to a fight to the death, Kent might not necessarily lose to Tom. The problem was that he was all alone, while Tom might not be. The longer things dragged on, the worse it would be for him.

He knew Tom was telling the truth. Prison Six was terrifying. Though it would not actually kill someone, it was not much different from killing them.

Memory was the most important thing a person possessed. A soul that had lost its memories was nothing more than a lump of meaningless energy.

What made Prison Six most terrifying was its long, empty passage of time. During that time, one could neither cultivate nor think, only know of one's own existence and suffer through endless years.

Most prisoners would often choose to completely abandon themselves.

Over that endless stretch of time, they lost their memories and every emotion from their past. It was like drinking Meng Po's Meng Po's Soup—aside from their bodies remaining unchanged, it was basically equivalent to being reincarnated and starting over.

Kent would never accept such a punishment!

"Kent, you can't escape. No matter where you run, Infinite City will eventually arrest you and lock you in Prison Six. You will never regain your freedom!" Tom quickly caught up from behind Kent, using his words to disrupt Kent's mind.

Unfortunately, the Prison of Light had already run out. Though this special item possessed exceptionally strong blocking properties, it could not last particularly long.

If the Prison of Light had lasted just a little longer, he would have had a chance