"We've already broken into the Black Prison."
"Does it matter anymore who decides or who can't decide?"
The laugh of the Dark Council Chairman echoed grandly above the inner fortress, accompanied by the laugh, he lifted his intact hand and pressed down.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Zheng Qing looked up, seeing a massive six-fingered hand descending from the sky, the lines on the palm clearly visible. The hand occupied most of Zheng Qing's view, almost covering the entire sky; beneath the hand lay the inner fortress of the Black Prison Castle, the six fingers falling like towering pillars, imprisoning the myriad changes of the Guardian Array.
Crack, crack!
The sky resounded with ominous sounds.
The gigantic hand pressed upon the inner fortress, the barrier supported by the Defensive Magic Array flickered violently under the immense external pressure, and from every parapet on the walls, the magic loop nodes emitted warning red lights one after another.
