Above the village, the dark-gray wires were like cold glittering spiderwebs that covered a one-mile radius.
The net created by thirty-six cultivators transformed those below into caged birds, unable to fly even if they had wings.
The members of the Dragon Killing Alliance despaired.
The Iron Cloud Death Net’s power was greater than they imagined and the first round of trying to break out ended in failure.
“The Cloud area is ruled by the Iron Dragon Alliance and the longer this drags out, the smaller the chance of escape.”
Princess Jin’s heart raged like a fire, but she pretended to be calm so that nobody panicked.
The Iron Dragon Alliance had the advantage and didn’t hurry to attack, obviously wanting to finish them all off at once.
The Eighteenth Core Elder – the fat baldy – squinted. His eyes occasionally flickered coldly.
“The spawn of the Dragon Killing Alliance have to break out if they want to escape, but I only have to defend instead of attack.”
