The black whips snaked out in circles, completely entangling Ji Ning. Ning gritted his teeth and struggled, but was unable to break free. This caused Ning to feel both rage as well as a hint of sorrow.
"I am a practitioner of the [Eight-Nine Arcane Art], and am incomparably close to the Empyrean God level in power. I don't even hold those violet-caped warriors, each of which is comparable to a supreme Celestial Immortal, in any regard. Who would've thought that in just a single exchange, I would be captured?" Ning gave a cold look towards the golden-caped general and the group of violet-caped warriors.
"Haha, look at the alien! He still seems untamed and unruly."
"He thought that just because he gave us a good fight, that he could overcome our general?"
