Hell Descends, a Hundred Ghosts Roam the Night

"So many chains?"

Lu Xin saw the scene, and his pupils instinctively contracted slightly.

The black particles in his eyes gave him the confidence to clash with the chains.

But unexpectedly, that black shadow could actually cast so many chains into reality.

At least in terms of numbers, he was completely overwhelmed...

Fortunately, he still had his family.

When the endless chains came raining down, Mom's body suddenly gave rise to one illusory shadow after another.

In a short time, these shadows completely surrounded the entire stadium—even the air above it.

Countless chains swept across the sky like giant pythons, rushing toward Lu Xin from every angle, but Mom stopped them all.

Then.

Crack, clatter...

Strange scraping sounds rang out, like long fingernails scratching across a blackboard, as raw iron ground violently against raw iron.

It was the sound of Mom's scissors cutting into the chains.

But without a doubt, even Mom was struggling.

Lu Xin had seen Mom use her scissors many times, but every time, it had been effortless. Those sharp scissors seemed capable of cutting through anything.

Only this time did Lu Xin detect a faint sense of strain in that piercing sound.

"Snap..."

But at last, with the time Mom had fought for him, a crisp sound came from Lu Xin's hands.

The chain representing domination had finally corroded into patches of rust in his palm.

Once the rust reached its limit, the chain suddenly shattered.

This was a victory in the clash of mental power.

Lu Xin even felt the black particles in his body solidify slightly when he crushed the chain.

But he had no time to carefully examine the sensation. Seeing Mom struggling against the chains filling the sky, he immediately raised his head. At the same time, he tightly held Sister's little