Dragon Spirit was quite satisfied with the people at the stronghold for being tactful, and only then did he turn his gaze back to those he had trapped.
"You were given the chance, but to no avail. After all this time, you still haven't opened this trapped array."
As time wore on, though he did not need sleep, he was unwilling to spend too much time and energy on these people.
Who knows, once this group was dealt with, when the next group might arrive.
Dragon Spirit glanced toward the sky, meeting the moonlight that resembled the real world, and chuckled softly.
"You've already had your chance, now it's mine."
With that, Dragon Spirit's five fingers slowly curled back as if about to form a fist.
What followed was a gust of whistling wind, and the trapped array that had been encompassing more than half of the courtyard began to close in a bizarre manner.
The form resembled an imminent closing of a bird cage.
