His divine sense wouldn't respond to him properly, he couldn't manipulate atmospheric qi, and though he could access the holy type qi hidden within his inner world, when he tried to touch on the others, they inexplicably completely ignored his attempts. He suddenly understood that his cage was flimsy because it didn't need to be sturdy. This world itself was the prison!
To make matters worse, the speed at which these black figures were moving… They were definitely all dao experts!
Dozens of figures dashed for Dyon, but that was when he suddenly realized something else. Since even his soul was useless, and even with his inner world, he couldn't manipulate his own qi… Didn't that mean that they were handicapped in the same way?
Dyon's malevolent aura multiplied several times over as he held onto Little Precious tightly.
"Be careful! Don't kill the kid!"
"Hey, my qi isn't working!"
