The Cauldron Soul Rejoiced

The complicated incantation patterns on the bronze cauldron flickered, and many of them still hadn't been fully activated.

Even so, the enormous cauldron shone brilliantly, like a massive furnace whose flames burned away the gloom hanging over the entire City of All Beings.

The flesh on Yang Zuo's face twitched. He turned and bolted, swinging his arms as he ran. He even went down on all fours, no longer caring about his dignity. Tentacles tore through his flesh one after another, and he ran faster than a dog.

You couldn't blame the dignified chief priest of the Spirit God Cult for being such a coward. Just imagine: a three-meter-tall gorilla, gleaming with golden light, was raising a flaming bronze cauldron and smashing it down at you. Would you run or not? Only an idiot wouldn't.

Yang Zuo wasn't the only one who wanted to run. Omeprazole and the others were also so terrified by the sight that their scalps tingled.

These people's strength had completely surpassed their understanding.

They'd all been fighting with cold weapons, and this guy had suddenly transformed into Monkey King. That would have been bad enough, but then he'd shamelessly pulled out a magic treasure straight from a cultivation novel. Who could handle that?

"Trying to run?! Not a chance!"

Seeing Yang Zuo make a break for it, Xiao Ran formed a hand seal with one hand and cast a spell. After a thread of mental energy swiftly locked onto Yang Zuo, Xiao Ran pinched his fingers together.

"Bind!"

Yang Zuo's feet suddenly sank, and he nearly stumbled to the ground. He looked back and saw a chain appear out of thin air on the ground.

The strange thing was, the chain wasn't bound around his body. It was attached to his shadow.

This spell was