The forty-eight Dao Spirits surrounded the bearded man, chanting, "Shuyi, give up." "Give up." "Give up..." Their voices rose and fell like a mountainous wave, huffing as if stirring up a ghostly breeze.
Apart from Li Pan, who had exceptionally strong intuition, probably only Zhang Shuyi himself could hear these ghostly whisperings. However, he now seemed as though crushed under a mountain, his entire skin flushed blood-red, with his injured arms and thighs bleeding profusely under immense pressure, leaving him no strength to retort.
Meanwhile, the heavily armored bioroids from GE had encircled him, shooting out eight beams of orange light, enveloping the bearded man completely. Once preparations were complete, the stars in the sky flickered out, and Zhang Shuyi, caught by the eight beams of orange light, felt as though being torn apart like a quartered horse, and was levitated into mid-air.
However, a sudden change occurred!
