In the next two days, Lanling was softly imprisoned in a courtyard within the Rakshasa Royal Mansion, unable to leave even a step.
Because, as soon as he tried to walk out of the gate, over a dozen masters surrounded him.
Among them, the martial arts of three strong individuals far exceeded Lanling's, even suppressing him effortlessly with powerful energy aura.
These three people shared a common trait – their bodies felt hollow.
They wore black silk robes that floated lightly, but inside seemed almost devoid of a body; when they lifted their heads, all that could be seen were two eyes, like two green flames.
These were the shadow warriors beside the Little Rakshasa King.
Lanling sensed from the energy aura they emitted that they did not belong to the Rakshasa Tribe, nor were they human – truly an unfamiliar race to Lanling.
Yet faintly, there was a hint of familiarity.
Moreover, they never made a sound, appearing and disappearing without trace.
