"Someone, come!"
In the corner of the wall, Yuegong Hui, who was completely paralyzed, seemed to have finally adapted to the power of the weapon prohibition order and the Cold Prison, suddenly mustered a trace of strength and roared angrily:
"Yuegong Mo! Yuegong Leng! Yuegong Li! Yuegong Niu!"
"Someone, quickly come here!"
These few shouts were abnormally high-pitched, forcefully disrupting the rhythm of the gambit between Hallmaster Dao of Sky City and Yue Gongnu without leaving any time for reaction.
But after shouting, Yuegong Hui despairingly realized –
Dao Daier, sitting behind the ice table, glanced at him with an amused smile, showing no surprise in his eyes.
His expression seemed to say: Keep shouting, go ahead. Today, even if you scream until your voice breaks, no one will ever find you.
"Can't… hear?"
Yuegong Hui lowered his head lifelessly, left with nothing but bitter laughter and shaking his head.
