"Beiting Huang, answer me!" Yan Ye stood in the center of the Four Directions Divine Prison, his hands and feet still bound by chains, but only a chopstick-length portion was visible. This meant that once this chopstick-length was refined by Yan Ye, he would at least be able to move freely within the Four Directions Divine Prison.
But at the moment, he couldn't care less about all that. He was even extremely agitated, losing his patience for the first time in ten thousand years—desperately tugging at the four chains, foolishly hoping to resist the power of heaven and earth with his current strength.
His wrists and ankles were bloodied from his struggle, yet he felt no sensation at all. In his frenzy, he even forgot to draw upon the magical power within his body, instead relying solely on his physical strength to flail.
