"Kid, don't spout such nonsense!"
"This is the *Pharaoh's* territory. No matter how arrogant you are, how dare you challenge the might of an entire faction? Even if you're an S-class Awakened, you will pay the price today."
Jia Fang issued a bold threat.
'But inside, he was already plotting his retreat.'
'A single direct clash was enough to confirm it: Shi Ming was also an S-class Awakened! What was more terrifying was the aura emanating from him; it made his own Netherworld Serpent bloodline tremble…'
'A venomous snake skilled at hunting never puts itself in danger.'
'There's no shame in retreating.'
But just as he tried to use his skill, Nether Snake Feather, to escape, he found that his greatest trump card could no longer be activated. Not even a shred of power would respond. The eighteen pairs of oily wings on his back also withered as his power dissipated, slowly falling apart.
It was as if they had been sealed.
'???'
