Ms. King had lived a life full of evil deeds, and although she had encountered many cultivators, she had never seen such powerful methods.
She was even more puzzled as to how someone as powerful as the Divine Lord could end up being captured as easily as prey in a snare, not much different from a wild hare caught with a trap.
Ms. King still harbored a glimmer of hope in her heart, secretly encouraging the Divine Lord to fight back. As long as the Divine Lord did so, she might still achieve her wish, as she had clearly seen her son just moments ago.
