As soon as Marx's voice fell, countless disciples of the Buddhist Sect thought to seize the opportunity to escape.
However, dark chains bound them firmly, rendering them unable to move.
An evil power continuously eroded their minds, for they had long entrusted their souls to this space, as if handing over the keys to their homes to a thief.
"It seems you won't be able to escape!" Marx chuckled, his speech laced with a hint of mockery.
The people were no longer able to speak, only able to glare at Marx with eyes full of enmity.
Yet, Marx, faced with such looks from the crowd, not only felt no displeasure but rather enjoyed it immensely.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, if you had decided to self-destruct at the first moment I appeared, perhaps your souls could have escaped. But now, it's too late!"
