"You really came too late..."
Seeing the prey fall into the trap, Chen Tang immediately soared up into the sky, with the Little Miss carrying the Reaper's Scythe on her shoulder, walking shoulder to shoulder with him.
In the high-altitude air, the figures of Chen Tang and his companion suddenly stopped a thousand meters opposite the old man, nodding and smiling: "However, if you withdraw now, you might still be in time to escape today's... death trap!!"
"Hahaha..."
"Death trap? Just you?"
Upon hearing these words, the old man laughed in rage, scanning across the Other Shore Castle hanging low over the island, then scrutinizing Chen Tang and the Little Miss.
A look of disdain appeared on his face, mocking unreservedly: "Just you two, with your Higher Twelfth Stage abilities, plus a Space Fortress, threatening me... Who gave you this courage and confidence?"
"What if we add these?"
"Snap!"
Casually, Chen Tang raised his left hand, snapping his fingers...
"Boom!"
