"Right, the stele is missing."
Mu Rufeng slapped his thigh and realized at once.
Of course, the stele wouldn’t stand on the island.
It had to be erected in the waters, not just one piece, but four, exactly like the four cardinal directions.
No sooner said than done, Mu Rufeng imdiately dove into the sea, excavating a large amount of rock from the riverbed.
After kneading and fusing them, it ford a gigantic stele, long and narrow at the bottom and wide at the top.
Before long, the four steles were implanted into the seabed, rising tens of ters above the sea surface.
However, Mu Rufeng hadn’t carved any words yet, being a bit of a na-challenged guy, unsure what to na this island.
He decided to wait for Zhao Yanran to co and let her na it.
The stele is considered part of the island, so the island’s solid rules also apply to the stele, preventing it from being destroyed by natural disasters.
Afterward, Mu Rufeng descended and took out the key to his portable residence.
[Please choose the property you wish to bind]
A prompt sounded in Mu Rufeng’s mind.
Mu Rufeng imdiately set the target to the island villa.
[Binding successful!]
Another prompt sounded, and in the next mont, Mu Rufeng noticed a change in the key in his hand.
Originally pitch black, it had now turned water-blue, with the island intricately carved on the back of it.
Unless one looked closely, they wouldn’t see, but with Mu Rufeng’s keen sight, he spotted it at a glance.
After the binding was successful, Mu Rufeng returned to the villa.
He then took out the colorful invitation.
"Well, let’s begin." Mu Rufeng murmured softly.
Then, he tore the mysterious invitation to pieces.
When the colorful invitation was torn, no transmission array appeared beneath his feet as before.
Instead, a space rift directly opened in front of him.
Before Mu Rufeng could react, a black claw covered with scales stretched out from it.
The claw was enormous, gripping Mu Rufeng’s body tightly.
Mu Rufeng only felt a terrifying aura spreading out, rendering him immobile, and then he watched helplessly as he was engulfed.
When he was pulled into the space rift, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.
...
Not knowing how much ti had passed.
With a crisp "Slap!" sound.
A dark-light-emitting whip heavily struck a person lying on the ground.
The whip easily tore through the brand-new shirt, ripped open the fair skin, and left a gaping wound.
The one wielding the whip was a Beastman, with a human-shaped body but a wolf’s head.
Covered in fur, with sharp claws on both hands.
"Lang San, did you not eat? A whip crack and the person isn’t even awake?" joked another guard holding a whip nearby.
"Hmph, I just didn’t use my strength." Lang San, being mocked, swung his whip with renewed effort.
This ti, the whip was emanating a ghostly blue fla.
With a dull "Slap!" sound.
The person on the ground trembled all over.
A charred wound appeared on his back, exposing the white bone beneath.
The flas also spread along the clothing.
However, in the next instant, a terrifying aura erupted, instantly extinguishing the flas.
Mu Rufeng imdiately stood up, exuding a terrifying aura, glaring fiercely at Lang San ahead.
He was in severe pain, as if dying.
Clearly sleeping comfortably, suddenly feeling itchy on the back, he ignored it, but the ensuing burning pain woke him outright.
The wound on his back also healed rapidly.
"Where is this place?" Mu Rufeng quickly locked onto the one who attacked him.
No, it wasn’t a person, but a demon, full of dense Demon Qi.
He wouldn’t mistake it; on the Heavenly Dao Continent, it was the exact sa aura as those of the Demon Clan.
"Great kid, power only at Emperor Middle Stage, yet such a terrifying aura, and you dare glare at ?"
In the next instant, Lang San swung his long whip again at Mu Rufeng.
Mu Rufeng saw this, extended his hand, and caught the long whip.
"Iron?" Mu Rufeng felt the material, a smile crossing his face.
"Courting death!" Seeing the iron whip caught, Lang San’s gaze narrowed, followed by his fury.
However, in the next mont, terrifying Thunder Power surged from Mu Rufeng’s hand.
The long whip was iron, and the thunder quickly perated it.
"Ah~~!" Lang San convulsed all over, then his eyes rolled back, his body falling to the ground, still convulsing.
"Courting death!" At this mont, another wolf-headed individual beside Lang San was enraged.
He didn’t strike, but pressed a watch on his wrist.
Just as Mu Rufeng was about to intensify his Thunder Power to strike Lang San dead.
Suddenly, a powerful current burst from the collar around his neck.
Mu Rufeng suddenly felt as if his Thunder Power was being supplented.
He touched his neck; at so point, he had a collar there.
The collar continued to emit a strong current, strong enough that even an Emperor Sovereign would struggle to resist, yet for Mu Rufeng, it rely supplented his energy.
[Restriction Collar]: This is a tool used in the Battle Arena to restrain captives.
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