Subduing Zu Yuan Ting!

In the aftermath of the explosion that could heavily injure a Type 9 powerhouse, Yue Zhong shot out, still decked in the Gold Battle Armor, his breath steady and calm, and his vitals still strong. Evidently, he had not been injured.

"This armor is really too sick, if I did not have it, I would have been heavily injured."

Yue Zhong sneered, and swept out with his gaze, instantly locking onto his target. With a flash, he appeared in front of the Gate of Hell, grabbing out at thin air as a transparent ball fell into his palms.

The transparent ball immediately transformed back into a mini-version of the Mech Emperor Zu Yuan ting. However, his current aura was only at the initial-Type 8 realm. He had a look of fear and shock as he shouted, "How is this possible? I had already hidden all traces! No scanners could have picked up my trace, and any divine sense would not be able to detect me! How did you do it?!"