An austere atmosphere bore down on heaven and earth.

All was silent save for the mellow voice of Malevolent Release echoing through the air.

Feng Yuzhi, Yun Songzi, and the others’ expressions shifted erratically.

“Cultivators like us have long since ceased to fear death. If you think you can force us to lower our heads, I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” Feng Yuzhi said icily.

Malevolent Release smiled. “No, you won’t die. The Mysterious Netherworld Divine Court has gone to great lengths to set up this trap, all to capture you alive. Your deaths wouldn’t benefit us in any way.”

Feng Yuzhi and the others frowned.

Although they couldn’t figure out what the old monk was getting at, when they recalled seeing their companions captured alive, chills coursed through them.

Why would the Mysterious Netherworld Divine Court go to such lengths to take them alive? This unquestionably implied they were plotting something!

“At this stage, there’s no need to deceive you. It’s true that the Laws of Yin-Yang Divine Mountain can suppress the evil spirits, but they present no threat to the Emperors of the Mysterious Netherworld Divine Court,” said the old monk.

He smiled, then continued, “Why have we limited ourselves to surrounding you? We simply wish to leave you a...