Wen Taikang slowly extended his palm, calmly looking at the Demon Emperor.
"That depends on whether you can escape my grasp."
As he spoke, a vortex of Gang Qi gradually appeared in his palm, forming a white lion.
The lion was lifelike, as if it were real, with the surrounding air stirred by the Gang Qi vortex, gradually becoming windy.
This great lion, over the height of a person, stood before Wen Taikang, roaring and shaking the entire prison.
Countless prisoners woke from their dreams, frightened by the rolling murderous aura of the lion, not daring to move or speak.
The Demon Emperor's face turned somber; even a former member of Yinxue Tower, any of whom could easily emerge, was this formidable.
Wen Taikang's Fierce Gang Qi Lion not only seemed tangible but also displayed meticulous detail.
Even the mane of the lion was vividly represented.
This demonstrated Wen Taikang's control over the Gang Qi within him had reached a level of complete mastery.
