Yun Wuming's eyes sparkled brilliantly, with the Changtian Saintess standing by his side. Neither of them retreated nor attacked, leaving one to wonder what they were thinking.
Ji Zixuan was filled with fear and wanted to retreat, but the Immortal Fate that her ancestors struggled to find was right in front of her, and she couldn't bring herself to leave.
But as for Skywalker, he was respectfully standing behind Zhuangzhuang.
However, his expression was calm, showing no sign of becoming a prisoner.
'Ha ha, wanting to imprison this old man as a servant, it's nothing but a fool's dream.'
'I possess the bloodline of an Ancient Demon, having cultivated for seventy thousand years. A mere middle-tier realm's restrictive technique can't bind me. Once I'm out of here, you should prepare for my endless revenge!'
Thinking of this, a trace of a smile appeared in Skywalker's eyes.
But just then, he saw Chen Yuan turn his head:
