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"Whoosh—!"
The howling black storm still swept through the entire space with the arena at its center, making even the air tremble with a chilling roar.
From afar, it looked as though a gigantic black vortex had enveloped this patch of heaven and earth, spinning madly while radiating the aura of death.
Surely, faced with such a vortex leading straight to death, no one would want to step inside.
Yet, at the heart of that death vortex, where death struck at the slightest touch, faint streaks of dazzling golden light could be seen.
They were the gleams flowing across silver chains that crisscrossed the air, their ends fitted with wedges of varying shapes, emerging from golden ripples like water rings that formed an encirclement.
Those silver chains, their surfaces flowing with dazzling golden light as they emerged from one golden ripple after another, now formed a tangled, intricate net at the center of the black storm vortex.
And at the center of those chains that crisscrossed the air, someone hung suspended.
Her limbs were wrapped in chains whose surfaces flowed with dazzling golden light.
Like a delicate butterfly caught in a spiderweb, on the verge of death.
Pest was covered from head to toe in those chains, hanging at the center of the intersecting web. Her exquisite face had turned slightly pale, and her breathing had grown hurried.
She looked like Jesus nailed to a cross, carrying both an air of sorrow and an almost sacred atmosphere.
But as the one tightly bound by those chains, Pest felt neither sorrow nor sacredness.
There was only endless disbelief.
With difficulty, Pest raised her head and stared