Jian Wushuang turned around slowly. The thousands of strands of confinement power that spread from his neck glowed with a dark blue luster and almost covered half of his face.
Chun Qiu took in a deep breath. The chains on each prisoner's neck contained an extremely terrifying sealing power. Even Yan Immortals could not bear the pain.
He had never seen the confinement power that Jian Wushuang had triggered.
How strong must one's willpower be to endure such pain?
After taking one last look at him, Jian Wushuang passed out.
Chun Qiu rushed over and held Jian Wushuang up. Just as he was about to escape, he saw the small pile of treasures scattered in the void from the corner of his eye. He waved his sleeves and took them away.
He dodged the falling rocks and carried Jian Wushuang on their back. Like an agile mountain ape, they shuttled through the layers of rocks.
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