Indra looked at the inescapable net woven around him, the corners of his mouth twitching imperceptibly as he thought to himself: Are these even human?
They were practically on par with gods.
Master Chen, observing the battle unfold from the rear, couldn't help a shock to his spirit, murmuring, "The blue comes from the indigo, yet is better than it. The younger generation is truly formidable."
Chapter 112