"Now see how you can escape from the palm of my hand!"
Yuxiaozi sneered coldly, Ye Xuan, no longer confined by the spatial freeze, appeared like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
"Ye Xuan is in danger, but why doesn't he look panicked at all? Could it be that he has a backup plan?"
Gu Hanxiang looked at Ye Xuan with some surprise. Even while facing Yuxiaozi's formidable oppression and being in a perilous situation, there was no trace of fear on Ye Xuan's face.
"At this point, panicking is of no use."
Yuan Taiyi also looked on gravely at the scene. It seemed that Ye Xuan had already used all his available methods, and now, he could only leave it to fate.
"To prevent a prolonged evening full of dreams, you might as well stay here for good."
A cold glint flashed in Yuxiaozi's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the space behind Ye Xuan twisted sharply, and a Golden Handprint emerged out of nowhere, enveloping Ye Xuan.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
