The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the cold rain fell on everyone. All could feel the deep-rooted hatred and delight.
Volga tightly gripped the chain hook, his eyes gradually growing calm.
He knew he couldn't escape. Even if he used the [Skill] Earth Escape, he would be caught up quickly. Instead, he'd waste energy for nothing.
Malice stared at him all the time, and a gaze from the sky was like an invisible shackle that firmly locked on him.
It seemed that his plan to go to the deep pit would have to be postponed.
"After the World War II forces and Snow Shadow, they've finally targeted me? Well, let Snow Shadow's revenge begin with me," Volga tore off his tattered silver cloak.
During his fight with the Moon God and Cangyue Ming, his [Black Palace Silver Robe] had been torn to shreds.
Turned into a rag, it lost all auxiliary effects. It was cumbersome against this foe, so better to do without it.