Shen Liu struggled desperately, but the chains were too strong to break free. His spiritual energy was also rapidly draining away, and his face grew paler and paler.

“Don’t come any closer!”

Lan Yuan’s voice was hoarse and urgent, his eyes filled with anxiety, “There’s a trap! This is a net laid by Shen Tianhai, he knew we would come, retreat quickly! Tell the leader not to come again!”

But it was too late.

Several golden lights simultaneously shone from the shadows surrounding the square, like lit lamps, illuminating the entire square as if it were daytime, even more dazzling than daytime.

Amidst the light, three elderly men dressed in magnificent robes slowly emerged, each surrounded by a rich golden divine light.

The aura of a second-grade Grand Luo Golden Immortal was like three invisible mountains pressing down on the plaza, making it difficult for Lan Yuan and Shen Liu to breathe.