I have a city in another world

Chapter 6858 Cultivation Imprisonment and the Slave-Capturing Team
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Zhen gradually regained consciousness.

A rare feeling of weakness washed over me instantly, making it difficult even to open my eyes.

Tang Zhen immediately realized that he must have been seriously injured, which prevented him from using his cultivation.

After checking, Tang Zhen confirmed this.

At this moment, his body was filled with chaotic power of rules, which was suppressing his original cultivation level.

The strength of an eighth-tier cultivator is truly insignificant compared to the power of rules.

It's like a calf trying to take on a heavy truck; it has absolutely no chance of winning.

It wasn't that Tang Zhen was weak, but rather that the power of the rules was too strong, enough to instill a sense of despair in people.

Tang Zhen had possessed such power before, and had even broken through the war rule barrier of Oren City.

However, the price was equally painful. The accumulated source energy was almost exhausted, resulting in insufficient strength, and the cultivation was forcibly suppressed by the external rule power.

Tang Zhen did not lose his cultivation, but was imprisoned by the rules. Until the rules are completely broken, he can only use some extraordinary power.

The rule-breaking artifact that they relied on was not even used; instead, they focused all their efforts on breaking through the constraints of the rules.

After figuring out his own situation, Tang Zhen chuckled helplessly.

This situation was indeed dangerous; we almost lost our lives. The main responsibility lies with Tang Zhen, who was too arrogant and overconfident.

The continuous victories made Tang Zhen a little complacent, and he even disregarded the gods.

As a result, at the height of his pride, he was slapped hard across the face and paid a heavy price for it.

What's done is done; there's no need for regret, but rather to find a solution.

Lying in the grass, it took a long time to recover before I finally felt a bit of strength return.

Although he hadn't opened his eyes, Tang Zhen was able to clearly perceive his surroundings and knew that he was in a forest.

Animals passed by and even tried to get close to Tang Zhen, but were chased away by a small, bright red snake.

This fiery red snake is a magical iron chain that Tang Zhen refined, which was once used as a supporting chain for a bridge.

The previous clash of rules did not destroy the iron lock; instead, it produced a strange change.

At the same time, another voice existed within the little snake's body; it was actually the soul of the assassin imprisoned by Tang Zhen.

In the moment of crisis, this guy burrowed into the magical artifact, which saved him from being reduced to ashes by the impact of the rules.

Even so, he paid a considerable price, and now he has actually merged with the spiritual weapon.

Originally, there was still a chance for reincarnation, but now that he has become a spirit of an artifact, he is naturally extremely depressed.

After the assassin's soul becomes a weapon spirit, its life and death are in Tang Zhen's hands, so it certainly wouldn't dare to take the opportunity to harm Tang Zhen.

However, he couldn't suppress his resentment and kept muttering to himself.

"Why did you have to provoke that kind of being? Now you've ended up like this!"

"That's a god, a being that needs to be worshipped. Who gave you such audacity?"

"Damn it, I'm so incredibly unlucky! If I had known this would happen, I would never have accepted an order!"

Tang Zhen was too lazy to pay attention to the other party and decided to shut him up first. He could only complain but couldn't make a sound.

As he tried to get up, he suddenly heard sounds coming from not far away, as if a lot of people were searching.

A slight thought crossed Tang Zhen's mind, but he remained silent and continued lying in the grass.

Not long after, a group of fully armed men emerged from the distant forest.

They carried weapons, cautiously surveying their surroundings, their bodies stained with a faint smell of blood.

Clearly, they had just been in battle not long ago.

In this team, there was also a special group of members, who were wearing chains and shackles, covered in wounds, and whose eyes were filled with terror.

Upon seeing these beautiful figures exuding a pure and ethereal aura, Tang Zhen immediately recognized their origins. They were a group of elves, naturally attuned to all things in nature, and the most outstanding gardeners.

Elven people dislike other intelligent beings, especially those races that enjoy killing. They usually live in groups in the mountains and forests, trying their best to avoid other intelligent beings.

The elves' talents and beautiful appearance won the favor of many wealthy and powerful people.

They were willing to spend a lot of money to hire or buy elves to help them cultivate medicines that could prolong life.

Others only value beauty, using elves as tools to satisfy their desires and as a symbol of status.

Where there is demand, there is supply; many dark monks ignored official bans and searched for and captured elves.

The slave trade in the Astral Plane is common knowledge, and the authorities turn a blind eye to it.

After all, the slaves bought and sold were all from special ethnic groups, not their relatives or children.

If one day, the descendants of wizards become objects of trade, it is estimated that within a few days, both the slave-catching teams and the dark monks will be wiped out.

This matter had nothing to do with Tang Zhen, and he was in a state of serious injury, so he had no intention of helping.

However, even though he didn't want to cause trouble, trouble still came knocking on his door.

A man carrying a weapon discovered Tang Zhen lying in the grass and immediately shouted to his companions and sounded the alarm.

Several figures surrounded Tang Zhen, observing him warily, seemingly trying to ascertain his origins.

Tang Zhen's appearance was indeed terrible; his clothes were tattered, giving him a weak appearance.

However, his skin was as smooth as white jade, and his appearance was exceptionally handsome, with almost no flaws.

Even just lying still gives off an indescribable aura that is definitely not something an ordinary person can possess.

The members of the slave-hunting team looked at each other and whispered among themselves about how to handle the situation.

Some suggested killing him to avoid revealing the whereabouts of the slave-hunting team.

Some suggested taking him away to find out his identity and background, and then having Tang Zhen's family pay a ransom.

This is deep in the mountains and forests. They went to great lengths to save lives, so they deserve something in return.

Some people think that Tang Zhen's appearance will surely attract wealthy people, and he might be able to make a good fortune from him.

This hunting operation has captured a large number of prey, so they certainly won't be afraid of adding Tang Zhen to the mix.

After some discussion, they decided that killing it would be too much of a loss, and taking it with them was the best option.

After making up their minds, two members of the slave-catching team immediately came over and examined Tang Zhen's body.

Tang Zhen's belongings had long been hidden away, and no outsider could find them.

That magical iron chain, like a black snake, slithered around, lurking nearby and spying.

Without Tang Zhen's order, the magical iron chain will not launch an attack.

A group of slave hunters, unaware of the hidden danger, took out a folded powered exoskeleton and put Tang Zhen's body into it.

Tang Zhen's body was lying flat, with his two lower legs bent downwards and two mechanical legs on his back, like a four-legged beast walking on the ground.

Weak and powerless wounded soldiers and patients who are unable to walk can all walk with the assistance of a powered exoskeleton.

With control in the hands of the slave-catching team, the wearer could not leave without permission, which was equivalent to having a mobile yoke.

Tang Zhen did not resist, but let the other party do as they pleased, as if he really had no ability to resist.

He could sense that the other party had no intention of harming him, but rather intended to use him to exchange for money.

The premise is that he does not resist; otherwise, he will definitely be whipped and subjected to violent scolding and cursing.

The group of elf men and women, bound by chains and filled with resentment, were subjected to electric shocks from time to time, lying on the ground and letting out suppressed screams.

The elves wore specially made restraint collars around their necks, making it impossible for them to make much noise.

Tang Zhen was the same; he was fitted with a collar, just like a domesticated pet.