Kasha City, deep within the prison room.
Inside the room, the white-robed staff stepped forward, getting closer and closer to the isolated General Soron.
At this moment, the white-robed staff's body surface was already enveloped by a layer of purplish-black energy, with deadly energy blades formed at the tip of five fingers, ready to seize General Soron's neck and sever it.
Close, getting continuously closer.
Three meters, two meters, one meter...
Fifty centimeters, twenty centimeters, ten centimeters...
Just when it seemed the white-robed staff was about to reach Soron, about to succeed, he suddenly felt a massive resistance arising in front of him.
The room's light dimmed, a pure black energy wall appeared in sight, and before the white-robed staff could react, it quickly pressed forward.
"Crash!"
In an instant, the energy blades at the fingertips of the white-robed staff shattered, followed by the shattering of five fingers.
"Ah!"
