This Golden Cage was only about the size of a human head, the cage itself vertical with seventy-two bars, and at the front a tiny opening, quietly covered.
Yu Su shook the cage in his hand, placed it on his palm, opened a small door at the side of the little cage, and with one hand pointed at Yu Chengyi sprawled prostrate on the ground, said with a laugh:
"This man still has five brothers. Taoist Fellow, please act and fetch me their heads!"
Li Qinghong, Fei Tongxiao, and the others felt a light wind rush toward them, their robes fluttering, their faces cold as frost. Yu Su's might was overwhelming, and they dared not use spiritual sense to probe the Golden Cage, only silently waiting below.
People to the left and right whispered to each other:
"Is that a Foundation Establishment Magical Instrument? There are magical artifacts like this?"
