Purple mist formed shackles, binding Yang Xiu's limbs.
He felt as though he had been nailed to a towering cliff. The Lord of Bliss needed only to lift a finger to push him into the abyss.
The pressure on his soul kept mounting, making every breath difficult and filling his throat with the sweet tang of blood.
Yang Xiu gritted his teeth and stayed conscious.
He was not afraid of death. The Players' resurrection mechanism gave him confidence.
But Black Snake, Windbreaker, Strength Savage-the lives of the Fate Squad lay entirely in the Lord of Bliss's hands.
Once the secret was exposed, A Le would inevitably erase everyone connected to it.
"Don't you owe me an explanation?"
A voice laced with mental beguilement sounded in Yang Xiu's mind, echoing in an endless loop.
The echoes grew deeper and deeper, like icy awls boring into the depths of Yang Xiu's consciousness.
The purple haze in the space churned with them. Invisible pressure squeezed in from all sides, Yang Xiu's bones creaked, and blood began seeping through his skin.
He opened his mouth, but could not form a complete sentence.
"I don't understand-what you mean."
He knew he could not admit anything. Only by denying it to the bitter end would he have a sliver of hope.
At this answer, A Le's indistinct figure said nothing more, floating silently in the center of the space.
The silence made the pressure on Yang Xiu increase sharply.
After a long while, the Lord of Bliss's voice sounded in his mind again, reminding him, "On the Glacier Battlefield, you used an item outside the Death Space system. Give me an explanation."
In fact, he had seen similar potions used by the Player Race before.
But the Player Race used transparent potions, whereas Yang Xiu had