Purple-gold lightning crossed the short stretch of dungeon in an instant.
The Lightning Spear pierced Miller's body with the power to penetrate anything. Enhanced by the electromagnetic profound mystery, the raging lightning carried his divine body toward the depths of the dungeon.
The force was controlled with exquisite precision-the Lightning Spear pinned him to the wall without damaging the wall itself in the slightest. The paralyzing power Wangcai had not used in so long surged through every meridian node in Miller's body the instant it struck, completely freezing the circulation of his divine power.
Miller did not even have time to scream. Like an insect pinned to a specimen board, he hung against the wall with his limbs rigid, unable to move so much as a finger.
"Qi... Qilin?" At the familiar youthful voice, Talos's clouded eyes suddenly lit up. He knew that voice all too well.
His voice was excited and trembling-three years. He had spent three whole years in this sunless dungeon, never imagining he would hear that voice again.
"Old Talos, it's me." Wangcai's voice was also a little excited, but he held it in. This was no time to catch up.
"How did you find this place?" Talos steadied his emotions.
"I slipped in when the attack started outside. I lay in wait for that old bastard to see where he'd hidden you." As he spoke, Wangcai strode up to Talos. He looked up at the magic chains thicker than his own arms and the two iron hooks behind him, his brows knotting tightly. "Let's leave that for later. I'll get these damned things off you first. Bear with it."
"Go ahead. I'm fine." Talos nodded. His voice was as hoarse as scraping sandpaper, but its stubborn force was still there.
"All right," Wangcai answered, lightning