Absolon tried to use his spiritual power to break through space and forcefully escape from the spatial turbulence.
Wang Yuan's tone was indifferent, "You're not that important. The one who's important is Chu Feng. Since you want to kill Chu Feng, you're making an enemy out of the Dibei Region."
City Lord Wan laughed, "President Wang, why don't we capture him alive and cripple his cultivation. Let's see if the foreign races will pay his ransom. How about it?"
"Yes! Very good!" Wang Yuan laughed loudly. The S-rank weakening-type talent "heavy pressure" was applied on Absolon, and Absolon felt as if he was carrying an alternate dimension on his back. His entire body became extremely heavy, and even the speed of his thinking gradually slowed.
"Such a terrifying talent!" He thought to himself.
