Inside the Ten Directions Bottle, Na Xiang's Nascent Soul was tightly bound by golden chains.
"Taoist Friend Jin, Madam Jin, have you also been defeated by them?"
Na Xiang asked in surprise.
"They possess a superior Hongmeng Immortal Artifact and command Dao Techniques and Supreme Laws; we couldn't escape even if we wanted to."
The young man in the green robe said with a bitter smile.
"It's difficult for us to even wish for death now. Hopefully, some fellow Taoist will eliminate them so we can be freed."
Na Xiang spoke with bitterness in his mouth.
He was well aware that this was almost impossible, not because the Lanrong Clan and Jin Family Immortal Clan lacked masters, but because such masters were engaged against the elites of the Zhang Family Dao Clan and other powerful forces.
"Let's hope so!"
The young man in the green robe said with a bitter smile.
