Ye Fan secretly communicated his thoughts. Facing an expert at the seventh transformation of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, he was deeply apprehensive. Even with Black Emperor's help, there's no guarantee we can handle him. Everything has to be flawless.
"CLANG!"
The elder servant in green moved his hand like a ghostly claw, shooting out rays of black light. The cage it formed was as solid as if cast from Netherworld Iron, growing firmer and more condensed, like a true purgatory.
"You little beast, you're nothing but a crippled cultivator! Without the Wind Clan's assistance, you'd be nothing now. How dare you come to my clan's Divine Island to cause trouble? I'll break your bones and sever your tendons!" The green-clothed elder servant sneered coldly, wielding the Netherworld Cage, attempting to encircle all sides. He intended to trap Ye Fan inside and slowly refine him to death.
