This thunderâs power is not insignificant. According to Ye Luoâs estimation, even if a cultivator from the Heavenly Martial Realm was struck by this thunder, they would suffer serious injuries.
Of course, to Ye Luo, this thunder was nothing. After all, he bore the Thunder Seed of the Thunder Principle, and this thunder couldnât compare to heavenly thunder in the slightest. The Thunder Seed couldnât even be bothered to absorb the thunderâs power.
Although the strike didnât harm him at all, he still pretended to be injured, falling from the sky and landing heavily on the ground.
What concerned him wasnât just the thunder; just now, a terrifying aura appeared from the sky. If Ye Luo hadnât fallen from the thunder, the owner of that aura would surely have taken action against him!
In that case, he might have used the power of his armor to resist, but he vaguely guessed the owner of that power!
Itâs the Law Enforcers! Therefore, even if he blocked one strike, he would certainly face death in the end!
After all, the Law Enforcers donât heed any status; once they make a move, itâs with the intent to kill fully!
Moreover, who knows how many Law Enforcers are in the sky? The middle-aged man had mentioned them before! Indicating itâs not just one Law Enforcer!
Besides, there are many experts below; surely one Law Enforcer wouldnât be able to stop so many skilled individuals.
It can be imagined that these experts had surely resisted fiercely before, but now they seem so desperate and resigned; itâs possible to speculate what they previously went through.
Ye Luo wasnât foolish. Even knowing he couldnât escape now, falling into an emotional collapse and making a scene would only be a disgrace to him, bringing no benefit whatsoever.
So, he pretended to wipe blood from his mouth and went beside the middle-aged man, with a very unpleasant expression on his face.
"See now, this was your first attempt to escape, and in the future, the punishment will be even more severe. I advise you to be wise and not make futile struggles!" the middle-aged man said, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, revealing he once resisted like this too.
At this moment, a few people in special attire came to Ye Luoâs side.
"Kid, was it you who tried to escape just now? Come with us to see the Patrol Envoy!" one young man said with a frown.
It was clear that the consequences of escaping without permission here were severe, with punishment coming from not just the sky, but also from the Patrol Envoy, the kings of these factions.
Ye Luo instantly fell silent. If he went, the Patrol Envoy would certainly give him a hard time, at the very least subjecting him to some physical punishment.
However, Ye Luoâs pride wouldnât allow him to endure such things; this wasnât a matter of swallowing oneâs pride, but of dignity!
A strong person must always consider their dignity, otherwise it significantly impacts their mental state, harming future realm advancements!
Take earlier, for instance, if a Law Enforcer took action against Ye Luo, he would certainly resist, regardless of winning or losing.
So, this time Ye Luo had no intention of meeting any ridiculous Patrol Envoy, and was planning on resisting directly!
After all, not many cultivators here were a match for him!
Moreover, he realized that these so-called Patrol Envoys achieved their positions through their own power; it seemed the Law Enforcers didnât interfere in the fights among these cultivators. In that case, why should Ye Luo be subjected to such nonsense?
But just when Ye Luo was about to resist, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up.
"What? Heâs with me. If you want to take him, why not just take me back instead!" the middle-aged man coldly stated.
At this time, a chilling aura emanated from him, causing the young men to take several steps back.
This wasnât because the middle-aged man had any hidden power, but rather the aura of authority around him was peculiar.
In terms of actual strength, the middle-aged man wasnât much stronger than the young men, and he couldnât withstand their joint assault.
However, the young men had no intention of assailing him.
"Donât pretend to be important; even though youâre from the former three regions, so what? None of us can get out now; weâre all in the same position. Here, the Patrol Envoy is the undisputed king; if he wants you dead, you wonât live past tomorrow!" one young man said angrily.
Despite saying this, the young men didnât show any intention of making a move.
"Ignorant youth, Iâll forgive your impudence this time, but if thereâs a next time, donât blame me for being ruthless. Go back and tell your Patrol Envoy this young man is with me; if you want to touch him, no way!"
The young men exchanged looks and actually left, leaving Ye Luo puzzled. It was indeed odd why these young men feared the middle-aged man, whose strength wasnât remarkable. What were they fearing?
Could he have some connection with the Patrol Envoy? Anyway, it spared Ye Luo a lot of trouble.
After all, if things got ugly with the Patrol Envoy, he wasnât entirely confident in replacing him; considering the high realm of the cultivators here, the Patrol Envoyâs power must be formidable.
"Donât worry, kid. Since youâve chosen to follow me, others naturally wouldnât dare to touch you!"
After seeing the young men leave, the middle-aged man casually remarked.
"Senior, is the Patrol Envoy very powerful?"
His question now naturally had to suit his identity, as he was just an indigenous person, asking when unsure. The more straightforward the question, the less likely the middle-aged man would suspect anything.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged manâs expression immediately became serious. "Very powerful. Although he canât be compared to the Law Enforcers, in this space, outside the other Patrol Envoys, almost no one is his match!"
"Not even you, senior?" Ye Luo continued to inquire.
The middle-aged man bitterly laughed upon hearing this question.
"If I hadnât lost my realm, it wouldnât be a problem, but the battle with a Law Enforcer left me severely injured. Even though I didnât die, my realm fell to this level. The future is uncertain; just taking things one step at a time," the senior sighed.
His injuries seemed quite severe and it was clearly Dao injuries; even Ye Luoâs formation had no effect on him.
Of course, his cultivation in needle techniques could potentially heal those injuries, but currently, he neither had the time nor the mindset to practice needle techniques.