Bai Zhongqi couldn't control his own body. Right now, he was truly like a silkworm baby trapped in a light cocoon. Not to mention breaking out of the cocoon, he couldn't even move a finger. Even his eyeballs were fixed; he could see but not shift his gaze.
He didn't know where Lv Zhinian had thrown him, but his keen senses told him there were people here, and they were familiar—Nan Ma. Bai Zhongqi also sensed several fresh corpses, seemingly killed by Nan Ma just moments ago.
"If Lv Zhinian is working for the Galactic Emperor, he wouldn't have thrown me to Nan Ma," Bai Zhongqi thought to himself, quietly sensing the thick light cocoon, looking for a way to break out.
Nan Ma never imagined even Bai Zhongqi would appear here, and like the other Elder Races, he was also bound in a light cocoon. This could only mean one thing: it was not Bai Zhongqi who had brought them to this eerie place.
