"Huaxia man, at this time you're still here putting on airs, even if you are a warrior of the Heavenly Origin Realm, our group of more than 300 people can drown you with just a spit each!"
"You might as well come along with us quietly."
"You alone have caused 88 countries, more than 300 divine-level Psychics to take action together, you should be proud enough for a lifetime!"
"Didn't you understand what I said?" Zhang Menglong shook his head, "I said, it's not you who've surrounded me, but I've surrounded all of you. Now look around, can you still leave?"
"???!"
All the Psychics suddenly froze, seeing Zhang Menglong's nonchalant demeanor – could it really be a trick?
"No, there's still no energy response around!"
"Wait, what is this?"
Suddenly, someone noticed something unusual, around them an invisible wall had appeared, like an inverted bowl covering a radius of several hundred meters.
