Surrounded by two Lower Earth Sovereigns, Night Falcon merely stood quietly in place, not even taking a defensive stance.
Only when their attacks were about to reach him did he move.
His movements did not look fast. He simply raised both hands, and the ten fingers wearing the "Eternal Night Touch" gloves lightly plucked at the empty space before him as if playing a zither.
"Shadow... Web."
Hiss hiss hiss!
Countless strands of darkness, thinner than hair and nearly invisible, burst from his fingertips. They intertwined and spread at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, weaving a huge, flexible web of darkness before him in the blink of an eye!
The web was not physical, yet it contained pure shadow power and the amplification of the Sacred Object "Eternal Night Touch." It possessed an extremely powerful weakening and restraining effect against energy attacks.
The foul wind and poisonous aura of the Heart-Corroding Poison Palm slammed into the web like mud sinking into the sea, rapidly broken down and absorbed by the dark threads.
The fierce corpse fist struck the web, only to hit layer upon layer of rubber. Its force was continuously dispersed, making it difficult to advance!
"What?!" The two elders' expressions changed at the same time, feeling as if their attacks had fallen into an endless swamp.
Just as their old strength had been exhausted and their new strength had yet to arise, when their techniques had reached the end of their momentum, Night Falcon's hands, which had been plucking at the threads, suddenly came together!
"Constrict!"
The web of darkness suddenly tightened!
Like tentacles with a life of their own, it instantly wrapped around the two elders' arms and bodies, rapidly tightening!
A cold, tenacious restraining force traveled along the threads. It also