In the triangular mirror, black bubbles of different sizes emerged, and then, as the bubbles disappeared one by one, wisps of black mist gradually gathered into several small monsters with pointed heads, flat noses, and scraggly heads, and ugly appearances.

Even more terrifying, the steam that had been rising from each child's mouth was now turning into crawling maggots, accompanied by surging black vapor...

The sight of this scene made the fathers standing there feel nauseous, but fathers are fathers after all. They love their children deeply and were not affected by their reflection in the mirror. Instead, they hugged their children even tighter.

The three fathers simultaneously glanced at Zhuoyue. Zhuoyue raised an eyebrow, and the fathers understood. They took a deep breath, suddenly stepped forward in a row, pushed aside Wenlong and Huoniao who were standing by the door, grabbed their children, and ran straight to the door...

"Hmph!" Wen Long sneered and did not chase after them.

"What exactly do you want?" Zhuoyue's eyes turned cold, as if he had guessed something, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

“There’s nothing I can do, Lord Zhuoyue.” Wen Long’s face was as sharp as a knife, and his words remained calm and unhurried. He bowed deeply to Zhuoyue, and when he straightened up, his eyes were filled with icy glints that sent chills down one’s spine. “I’m sorry to offend you, but I advise you not to make any futile resistance. Today we are sharing the King’s burdens, and it is the King’s order that none of you will escape.”

"It seems you came prepared today." Seeing the other person's fingers subtly twirling within his sleeves, Zhuoyue's previously calm gaze suddenly sharpened, his hands clenching tightly, veins bulging on his arms...

"My lord, please calm down. Wen Long doesn't want to make things difficult for you; I have no choice in this." Wen Long backed away and stepped out the door. He pushed his hands forward, seemingly quite aggrieved.

"Ahhh!" Just then, screams of agony came from outside the door. Zhuoyue realized something was wrong and ran straight to the door with Sasha.

On the wide, flat ground outside the door, three men lay sprawled, their bodies covered in blood. Each of them was bound with a red net, rendering them unable to move.

At that moment, the sky was a dark, oppressive expanse, and three enormous firebirds were soaring into the air, each clutching an infant in its talons…

"Give me back my child!" the three fathers cried out in despair. Their struggles tightened the ropes binding them, drawing blood and causing blisters to form on their skin.

At that moment, the children cried their hearts out in the air, but soon their cries and their figures were swallowed up by the mist and disappeared.

"This is outrageous!" Zhuoyue had already clenched his fists and ascended into the air...

However, just as they took flight, two firebirds, which had been invisible in the air, flew in from the left and right, carrying an invisible net, and swooped down on Zuoyue and Sasha...

"I told you you couldn't escape." Looking at Zhuoyue and Sasha struggling in the net, Wen Long sneered, then sighed dramatically, "Sigh, why are you doing this? Going against the King is like throwing eggs against a rock. Alright, Firebird, I'll leave everything here to you. This general still has to report back to the Spirit King..."

"Yes!" The firebird, who had been hiding to the side without making a sound, only stepped forward and bowed when Wenlong gave the order.

"Lord Zhuoyue, Lady Sasha, please forgive me." Watching Wen Long leave, the firebird turned back, took a few steps forward, spread its wings, and slapped the fire net on the ground.