Taegong had expected many things when he was captured by the Wild Peak, but being brought to an isolated space within the Mad Demon Depths was certainly among the worst possibilities.
The oppressive surroundings were already enough to unsettle him. The unfamiliar spatial fluctuations, the absence of other cultivators, and the complete inability to circulate his Immortal Qi made him painfully aware of his circumstances.
And standing before him was Mengli Zhenyu, the Earth Sea Tyrant.
Taegong had heard enough about the man's exploits to understand that resistance would be pointless. Now that he was alone with him, that understanding had become considerably more terrifying.
Zhenyu crouched before the restrained elder, his massive frame casting a shadow across the stone floor.
"Well, youngster? I'm waiting."
Taegong's breathing quickened.
He looked at the crimson vitality faintly circulating around Zhenyu's body, remembering the burning pain that had awakened him.
