On the other side, Hanxing leaned against the wall at the bottom of the Prison of Deep Seclusion for a long time. "It's time to go up and find them." Just as she was about to get up, she felt a wave of fatigue.
"Damn it... was something mixed in with that smoke grenade?" Exhausted, Hanxing got up and looked around again. Borisin had all escaped the moment the smoke grenade exploded, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
"Never mind, let's go first." He blinked, but the expected change didn't occur at all.
"Why... can't I mobilize my power at all?" Hanxing stared at his hands, trying to find an answer.
"Oh no, if my spatial abilities disappear, then the knife I just threw in—" A bitter look flashed in his eyes, and he finally focused his gaze on the dagger stuck in the center of the field.
"It seems I can only rely on you, old friend."
On the other side, Hoolay and his group were fleeing.
"You brat, tell me. What kind of evil magic did you use to make that demon stay at the bottom of the Prison of Deep Seclusion?" Hoolay looked at Modu. Judging from Han Hanxing's previous performance, if he really wanted to catch up with them, he should have arrived by now.
"That was no ordinary deception, Great Hoolay Khan." Beneath the respectful gaze of the Modu lay an undisguised pride.
"That comes from the Angel of the Lord of Longevity. If the person inhaling the gas has an energy source different from the Lord of Longevity's, his energy will be temporarily cut off."
"[ The Angel of the Lord of Longevity ]... This is the second time you've mentioned her." Hoolay's voice was devoid of emotion; he simply let out a heavy sigh.
" Hoolay, our most urgent task is to escape from here. Once we have successfully escaped, I will tell you, bit by bit, what has happened over the past seven hundred years." Modu's voice was somewhat anxious; every extra word they spoke here reduced their chances of escape.
The distant Jiaoqiu and Xueyi are returning from the depths of the Prison of Deep Seclusion.
"These wolf cubs are far too arrogant," Xueyi said, still shaken. "Why would they dare to attack the forbidden area when the three Arbiter-Generals are gathered?"
"This attack by the Borisin is unlike any before," Jiaoqiu said thoughtfully. "In past battle reports, the Borisin were known for their barbarity. Their actions were chaotic and reckless. This time, however, the plan seems to be very well-organized. Could it be... that someone is helping them behind the scenes?"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them pondered for a moment, and then broke out in a cold sweat.
"This matter not only concerns the safety of Luofu, but may even affect the entire Xianzhou Alliance's plans." Xueyi recalled her earlier speculation and still felt a lingering fear.
"The situation is urgent. We must leave the prison immediately and report to the three generals. This level of crisis... cannot be resolved by the two of us alone." Jiaoqiu rarely opened his eyes, his crimson pupils filled with seriousness.
"And... Hoolay's movements. We should try to avoid him and escape as quickly as possible," Xueyi added.
At this moment, Qiong and her group began their return within the massive prison.
"We probably don't have enough time to chat any longer. We must lock the doors and shut Hoolay inside as soon as possible," Moze said coldly, glancing at the other three.
"That's right, setting off now is better than doing nothing," Dan Heng agreed. "This is the best opportunity to minimize the risk of Hoolay escaping the crisis."
"Okay, be careful and Borisin get close," Hanya added. The group quickly started walking towards the entrance of the Prison of Deep Seclusion.
"Why is it so quiet here?" Hanxing, at the bottom of the Prison of Deep Seclusion, carried the long sword that the Netherworld had transformed into and walked upwards step by step.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, unlike anything one would expect from a prison where a riot had just occurred. There was no noise, no fighting. The entire dungeon was in a delicate balance, with only the open door of Hoolay's cell testifying to what had just happened.
"If I were to escape, I would definitely release all the prisoners and leave while there are many people watching... But why didn't they choose to do that?" Hanxing muttered to himself as he walked, "Could it be... that something even more terrifying is locked up inside?"
Shaking her head to clear her mind of the chaotic thoughts, Hanxing continued upwards. Every now and then, she could see soldiers who had been killed during their patrols lying haphazardly on the ground.
"No breath, there's no way to save him..." Hanxing reached out and checked the fallen soldier's breath, shaking his head helplessly. "Unfortunately, my power..."
Hanxing looked helplessly at her hands, clenched them, and finally continued walking upwards.
Carefully surveying his surroundings, Hanxing now felt that even fighting a simple Borisin had become a life-or-death struggle. With his power gone, Hanxing felt a long-lost sense of insignificance. The atmosphere in the Prison of Deep Seclusion gave him goosebumps.
"Since when has a place like this made me afraid?" Hanxing scratched his arm and continued walking upwards. He tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand, cold sweat soaking his inner lining.
"Keep an eye on them, don't let them get away!" Hanxing heard a fierce voice coming from afar as she strode forward. She instinctively hid in a corner and listened to their conversation from a distance.
" Modu's order is to hold off that guy down there, and absolutely not let him obstruct Hoolay Hulei's prison break plan!" a savage voice shouted, gradually approaching Hanxing's direction.
"But... Boss, can we beat him?" another voice followed, tinged with fear.
"What's there to be afraid of? We've already said that as long as Hoolay can return, our lives are nothing!" The savage voice was filled with fanaticism. "Besides, Modu said that he absorbed that smoke and has long since lost his power, so he's nothing to fear!"
"Sure enough, that smoke bomb was the problem..." Hanxing muttered to himself, concealing himself further. "And... almost everyone knows I've lost my powers. That's really not good news..."
The conversation ceased, replaced by increasingly heavy footsteps. Soon, two Borisin appeared before Hanxing. Caught completely off guard, it was a perfect opportunity for a sneak attack.
Hanxing slowly approached the two Borisin, one of whom turned and walked away in another direction. Netherworld emitted a faint green light in the darkness, the sharp color of which drew closer and closer until it finally came to his back.
The sharp blade pierced straight into Borisin's trachea, blocking his ability to speak. The 2-meter-tall body fell silently to the ground, and with a swift turn of the blade, Hanxing seized a bloody wolf's head in his hand.
"Brother, hurry up! Follow—" The other Borisin's words were stuck in his throat, his eyes fixed only on the wolf head that Hanxing was holding in his hand.