Illusory chains connected their souls to this city. Although their abilities were sealed, their vision and knowledge were not lost.

They had seen this scene in the Blood King Palace.

The chain looked illusory and invisible. If not for special methods, one would not even be able to see it.

However, the essence of this chain was to firmly bind the rules of this city to these billions of people who had died in vain. It could not be broken with brute force.

When the Tragic Death Soul first came to Tragic Death City and was revived in a daze, the first chain would appear on its body.

Every time he revived, a chain would appear on his body. The more he revived, the deeper it would be bound to this city.

At this moment, three chains appeared on Sword Head Pei Zhong’s body. In other words, he had died twice after coming to Tragic Death City.

They knew all this.

At that time, the Blood King Palace had used the method of raising the level of borrowing lives to temporarily transfer the chains to other living people, allowing them to leave Tragic Death City and return to the world of the living.

However, that was something that could only be done with the help of a Heaven-rank artifact and a special building, the Blood King Palace.

Now, a small monk chanting scriptures could actually cause a chain phenomenon. This was simply unreasonable and incomprehensible!

What happened next made them feel as if their heads had been smashed by a hammer. They were all stunned.

The Buddhist chanting of Qiu Shui continued. The first of the three chains began to tremble violently, as if some unbearable force had acted on the chain.

“Om mani padme hūm!”

As he chanted the Buddhist mantra, a golden light surged and enveloped Sword Head Pei Zhong. A chain connected to his back suddenly shattered!

The shattered chain slowly dissipated without any intention of reconnecting.

“How… how… how is this possible?!”

“This is not a trick… this is true!”

The five former Earth Immortals of the Blood King Palace could not believe their eyes. However, their spiritual senses told them that everything in front of them had really happened.

If this little monk could cut off one chain, did that mean that he could also cut off a second or third chain?

If he cut off all the chains, wouldn’t that mean true freedom?

It was even possible that they could elevate this fake resurrected body and regain their freedom!

That was no different from a true resurrection!

If they could do this, why would they still need the Blood King Palace?

The Blood King had secretly been in Tragic Death City for thousands of years, but in the end, he was still a dead person. At most, he could temporarily send them back to the living world.

Compared to what they saw now, it was far inferior!

Who was this little monk?

The Buddhist mantra was not an ancient secret technique. That old Earth Immortal monk who had died thousands of years ago knew it too.

Therefore, he clearly knew that it was not only the power of the mantra that had done this.

Otherwise, he would have broken the chain and left this damned place long ago. The miraculous effect was due to that little monk.

They suddenly regretted cursing so harshly just now.

After cursing for so long, they had probably offended him already.

What should they say now to ease the situation?

The five people who had lived for thousands of years and were extremely experienced were suddenly at a loss for words…

…

On the other side, in the Netherworld Void.

In the recent war, he had fallen into the City God’s Hall and was slowly floating in the endless darkness.

However, unlike ordinary cultivators, the dignified Heaven-rank artifact did not lose all its mobility. As long as they spent some time, they could still cross the void and escape.

At this moment, only a few experts who had reached the end of their lifespan remained in the Blood King Palace. However, under the protection of the City God’s Hall, they did not become maggots.

The other Earth Immortal experts all turned into white lights and were summoned back to Tragic Death City when the City God’s Hall left.

As a result, the cold hall seemed especially empty at this moment.

The Blood King sitting on the main seat closed his eyes tightly. His seven brothers had transformed into miniature dragon pythons and were circling behind him.

The power of the Eight Kings slowly surged through their bloodlines.

The Blood King was trying to find the corpse of the Polar Mountain King again.

As long as he regrouped, he planned to follow his senses and find it. While snatching back the corpse, he could also kill the masked man who appeared out of nowhere.

However, the corpse that could be found in an instant even if it was separated from the Netherworld and the living world had already been sensed for several hours with his eyes closed.

This result was very strange.

He could vaguely sense the existence of the corpse.

This meant that the corpse was not destroyed.

However, the distance between him and the corpse seemed to be extremely far. A blood-colored fog enveloped them.

Every time he wanted to approach with all his might, countless chaotic and crazy wills would surge into his mind in the blood-colored fog, forcing him to stop sensing!

“Damn it! That damned guy! Where did he hide the corpse?!”

The Blood King’s eyes were red and he was a little exasperated.

If Jiang Li heard him, he would tell him, “Young Blood King, that’s another world. If you want it, go find it! Fame, authority, and corpse. I’ve placed everything there…”