Vast Sea Demonic Land, Demon Emperor's Burial Mound.
"This isn't working either... damn it!"
Inside a prison formed from a western-style Sky Curtain, Wu Chang tried one method after another, searching for a way through the spell's barrier.
"Are they the Upper Realm cultivators My Lord Palace Master spoke of? But... how did they get down here? How did they find me so precisely?"
Wu Chang was badly shaken. Everything he did, every thought that crossed his mind, betrayed his anxiety.
With his divine consciousness, he could sense that the Sky Curtain spell did more than imprison him. Hidden within it was a refinement technique that had yet to be unleashed, leaving him with the constant feeling of a thorn at his back.
From what Chen Yang had told him, and from what he had seen of Luo Qianchou's actions in the Blood Demon Blessed Land, these Immortal Dao cultivators from the Upper Realm all knew of Divine Path creatures. They regarded them as opportunities to be seized and had learned methods to refine them.
Never since awakening had Wu Chang wanted Chen Yang's protection as badly as he did now.
The enemy had struck without warning and subdued him in a single move. Clearly, they had planned this for a long time and come prepared.
They had caught him off guard while he knew nothing of their plans. Now his fate was out of his hands, and his life could end at any moment.
"I can't contact anyone outside. This spell cuts off every form of perception, and its restraint on divine arts and abilities is especially strong!"
After repeated attempts, Wu Chang had grasped a little of how the spell worked, but that knowledge was of no use to him now.
As a god who cultivated only the