Dudley Lynch was an extremely wicked guy, his badness could be described as pure.
Falling into his hands would be more terrifying than falling into anyone else's hands.
Ethan Smith sat there for a long time, and his mood gradually calmed down.
His back and hair were already soaked in sweat, and his face was full of sweat as well.
"Fortunately, no matter what, I managed to escape this disaster." Ethan Smith thought to himself.
Although Dudley Lynch came for his body, the outcome he brought about was still good, regardless.
At least Ethan Smith escaped the Cloud Sect for now.
"Damn it, what do I do about these chains on me?" Ethan Smith couldn't help but worry.
These were personally arranged by the sect master, and Ethan Smith had no way to break free.
The surroundings were even more remote and desolate; finding someone would be extremely difficult.
Ethan Smith tried to struggle, but he found that he couldn't break free at all.