At the same time, Dan Heng and Hanya realized that the situation in the prison had also spiraled out of control.
"Lord Hanya, the military officers in each region are reorganizing their forces. Those cunning enemies are roaming around, killing and wounding many of our comrades."
The Netherworld Officer reported the situation to Hanya, word by word.
"Not only that, those iron wolves also breached the prison and released the prisoners! We've already called for help, but it seems all communications have been cut off."
"Preserve your strength first, and prioritize subduing lone prisoners and those attempting to break out of prison. By order of the Ten Lords, those who attempt to escape or break out of prison are not to be killed or injured."
"A moment ago, the mechanism of the [ Prison-Severing Wheel Key ] was activated... It seems that Lord Xueyi and Envoy Yaoqing entered the depths of the Prison of Deep Seclusion to investigate. Given the current loss of contact, this is precisely the thieves' target."
"We must not let that beast escape from its cage!" The Hanya's eyes were sharp.
"Yes! The remaining guards who are still capable of fighting have been counted and will soon be dispatched to each floor to search for them."
After the Netherworld Officer left, Dan Heng squatted down and examined the huge metal wreckage lying on the ground.
Seemingly due to [ Eternity ], the bionic tissue beneath its shell ceased repairing.
"Those prison breakers are incredibly audacious; they must have planned this operation for a long time."
"You're right. It's just strange that the Borisin, who are always more inclined to violence and killing, would devise such a meticulous and detailed plan... It's not like their usual style."
Hanya frowned slightly. There must be a master behind this Borisin the wolf soldier!
"The situation is critical right now; it's not the time for review and analysis..." Hanya shook his head and looked at Dan Heng.
"Miss Hanya, where is the fastest passage to the bottom of the Prison of Deep Seclusion? If we can't save every second, the entire Prison of Deep Seclusion may become our enemy."
"The only option now is to use some clever tricks. Please come with me."
The chilling air at the bottom of the Prison of Deep Seclusion seemed to solidify into a physical form, and a towering figure, as large as a small mountain, slowly stepped out from the cave.
Hoolay —a name that existed only in the terrifying legends of the Foxian —now stood truly before everyone.
He swept across the entire room, exuding a tyranny and majesty that even a century of imprisonment could not erase, and the air itself seemed to grow heavier at his presence.
Without any hesitation, a figure in pure white, imbued with unwavering resolve, charged towards Hoolay like an arrow released from a bow.
A cold glint flashed in Xueyi's eyes as she aimed straight for Hoolay's throat.
However, this formidable offensive appeared so pale in the face of Bu Borisin.
boom!
A thick cloud of smoke burst open instantly, obscuring visibility.
No one saw Hoolay's movements clearly; they only heard a low, buzzing sound.
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Hoolay's imposing, mountain-like figure merely stood there, and the invisible pressure emanating from his ancient predator bloodline froze the air, causing the Wolf Warriors Borisin to instinctively hold their breath.
Hoolay casually bent down, as if he were just picking up a dropped toy.
The large hand, covered in rough fur and with hooked claws, easily picked up the snow-clad Xueyi on the ground, its joints sparking and completely paralyzed.
Hoolay lifted the Xueyi to his eyes and slowly spoke, his deep, hoarse voice like a rusty blade rubbing against white bone:
"I have waited... far too long... My first meal after regaining my freedom... is the flesh and blood of my own people. It is truly heartbreaking."
As the last syllable fell, he exerted a slight force between his fingers, and the Xueyi puppet in his hand exploded into a blinding burst of electric sparks.
Hoolay tossed the lump of scrap metal away as if it were trash, and it slammed against the cold prison wall with a hollow echo.
"It's been a long time, Commander."
With a trembling voice, Modu almost crawled towards Hoolay, saying, "We've come to welcome you back to your nest."
Behind him, all the wolf Borisin back in unison, slammed one knee heavily on the ground, raised their heads high, and unleashed a continuous howl of wild loyalty towards the dark prison ceiling.
The howling echoed within the enclosed Prison of Deep Seclusion space, as if announcing the return of the ancient hunter king.
Hoolay's gaze, cold as a probe, swept over Modu, who was prostrate on the ground. "How many times has Qingqiu rotated since the last hunt? Du Lan's brat! Tell me your name!"
"Great Hoolay Khan, enemy of the Foxian, hunter of all beings. I am but a lowly strategist in the Hound Pack, perhaps one of the most insignificant offspring of your bloodline. My name Modu."
The Modu lowered his head even further, his voice becoming even more submissive:
"It has been at least seven hundred years since you last led my people across the starry seas in a hunting ground. Seeing you still as cunning and astute as ever fills me with boundless joy."
Hoolay looked around, then looked down at Modu, who resembled Foxian, and questioned him sharply:
"Seven hundred years... Seven hundred years have passed, why has Du Lan's cub grown into such a form? Answer me, Modu, why have you grown into the form of our most despicable slave and enemy— the Foxian?"
Modu trembled slightly from the terrifying pressure, but he forced himself to remain calm and explained quickly:
"I have been ordered to free you from that abominable prison. It is fate. For this, I have had to take a potion, don the skin of a lowly beast, and use disguise to confront their hypocrisy."
"Since you have a plan to escape, then tell me, what are the next steps to take to leave this enormous spaceship?"
"My brothers and I will seal the prison doors and suffocate the guards inside. That way, we can get a breather for a while."
Modu explained his plan to Hoolay in detail, "Those brothers who are disguised like me will prepare boats for your escape. According to the plan, we have a total of two hours to leave here."
"I originally planned to carry out the rescue plan tomorrow, but they intend to send you to the Yaoqing Xianzhou for imprisonment. I must seize this opportunity to free you."
"A reckless and foolish plan! Even if it's a cruise ship, our chances of escaping are far less than the Foxian's chances of escaping my claws!"
Although he had been imprisoned for seven hundred years, his strategic instincts were ingrained in his bones. These wolf cubs came to raid the Xianzhou Prison almost empty-handed? It was an absolute joke!
" The Starskiff outside, the guards, the patrol routes, the rendezvous points—do you have even the slightest confidence in them? Hmph!"
Faced with the leader's merciless rebuke, a trace of pain flashed in Modu's eyes, but his resolve only grew stronger.
"We have no choice but to save you! So said the angel of the Lord of Longevity sent me: [Only your return can end the long division of the Borisin ]."
"All the brothers on this journey are prepared to sacrifice themselves—as long as it gets you out of here."
"A weakling like you, who survives through cunning, has displayed almost foolish bravery in the plan. You will get what you want... all the Du Lan bastards will get what they want."
"Well then, sir, we should go." Modu's body trembled slightly with excitement.
"Before you leave, give me one of the potions you've consumed."
Modu was very surprised, "You... you actually want to wear the skin of a lowly beast? This is an insult to your noble status..."
"Idiot, the greatness of losing freedom is worthless! Once I leave this place, I need a shell that at least doesn't look so suspicious."
"Being chased all over the boat by a bunch of fox cubs is hardly an interesting start to a hunting ground!" Hoolay's considerations were extremely realistic and exceptionally thorough.
Strength is fundamental, but survival requires wisdom and disguise.
"I will obey your command." Modu. bowed slightly.
Only then did Hoolay turn his gaze to Jiaoqiu beside him.
"Was that Foxian slave offered as food for me?"
"No, he's an envoy from the Yaoqing Xianzhou," Modu hurriedly explained. "Please be patient with your henchmen for now; he still has value as a hostage. Take him with us, let's go!"
Jiaoqiu frowned, his hands clenching tightly behind his back. He knew perfectly well that he was now isolated and helpless, and rescue was a pipe dream.
The only thing we can do is try to delay and wait for even the slightest chance of a change...
bass--!!!
Just then, two extremely abrupt and lightning-fast streaks of light tore through the smoke and oppressive atmosphere at the end of the prison passage, like meteors from outer space.
In a completely untimely, even somewhat comical, manner, they suddenly charged into the battlefield where a bloody battle had just ended!
How fast was it? So fast that the warning of "enemy attack" from Modu was only stuck in his throat!
One of the golden lights completely ignored its surroundings and crashed straight into Modu!
"Wow--!"
Modu felt an overwhelming force slam into his side, as if he had been hit by a battering ram. He screamed and flew sideways, crashing heavily against the prison wall with a dull thud, almost knocking himself unconscious.
Another golden light deftly spun to the side and came to a steady stop in the center of the passage. The light dissipated, revealing Saileni's elegant figure.
Her long hair swayed slightly in the air currents created by the impact, her pure white priest's robe was spotless, and a slightly unsatisfied smile graced her face.
The golden light that struck Modu came to an abrupt halt, leaving a long trail of sparks on the ground.
Xing shook her head blankly, subconsciously looked down at her legs, and then glanced questioningly at Modu, who was slumped against the wall, groaning in pain.
Hmm, it looks like she bumped into something... was it a speed bump?