“Prisoners? What?” Lu Yun paused, whereas Haidong Lin was already reacting. He flung his hand upward and sent two chains reeling back with a surge of waves.

“Even if there are prisoners here, it’s not us!” The Sea Lord jumped up and kicked at a certain part in the void. A ripple oscillated through space and threw him back down.

A man in uniform and a mask walked out of the void. The mask was both laughing and crying—the face of an akasha ghost! But Lu Yun knew that it was the other way around. The akasha ghosts’ laughing and crying expressions came from this mask.

Haidong Lin...