The dark red runes on the chains flared one by one the instant they touched Fang Chen, like a fuse catching fire. A cold, viscous sensation seeped through his skin toward his meridians.
The second and third chains arrived almost together, wrapping around Fang Chen's legs from either side. They tightened with enough force to crush a mountain.
Dark red runes raced across the chains, releasing a chill like ice from an ancient age as they tried to bind the Spiritual Power within him.
The fourth chain wound around Fang Chen's waist, the fifth crossed his chest, the sixth climbed his left arm, and the seventh passed over his shoulder and knotted behind his back.
The eighth coiled around his neck like a dark red whip. The ninth circled above his head, letting countless fine threads of runes fall like a dark red crown and sealing off every path of escape.
Nine chains—nine tentacles reaching from the depths of the Cycle World—wrapped Fang Chen so tightly that not even a breath of air could pass through.
Dark red runes kept pouring from their surfaces, turning into countless fine red threads that tried to penetrate his skin and meridians.
The entire Square shook violently. Its dark red paving stones shattered beneath the chains' pressure, and fragments shot in every direction before the currents raised by the moving chains swept them into the air.
Buildings along the chains' paths split as smoothly as sliced butter, their cut surfaces gleaming like mirrors.
Hope flared once more in the Twin-Headed Evil Phoenix's lone eye.
"He's caught! The Undying God King's Ninefold Cycle Chains! That peerless technique once held an Immortal Emperor fast! If even an Immortal Emperor couldn't escape, he's dead this time!"
Its voice rang with the excitement and frenzy of something that