Dizang Protector felt his power rapidly draining away. He had no idea how the bubble had formed, but it exerted such tremendous pressure that it was like being caught in a deep-sea current. Every movement took ten times more effort than usual.
Under that crushing pressure, his strength rapidly dwindled. His spiritual and physical energy were sucked away as if by an enormous straw.
Before long, he was drenched in sweat, as though he had just been fished out of the water. His arms felt as heavy as lead, and every movement was agonizingly difficult. The short blade in his hand grew heavier and heavier.
Just then, he felt several strands of silk suddenly wrap around his wrist and yank hard. He could no longer hold on to the short blade, and it clattered to the ground.
The threads around him sensed his weakness and swiftly wound around him. In just a few breaths, they had wrapped around his arms, thighs, waist, and neck, swallowing Dizang Protector whole and turning him into something like a mummy.
The threads did not stop there. They kept winding around him until a huge cocoon formed, and only then did they finally come to a halt.
Lin Yifei's threads were tangible, like real silk. They were completely different from He Jin's baleful threads.
He Jin's baleful threads were meant to cut and disintegrate, while Lin Yifei's were more like Jiang Yue's silken threads, used to bind and restrain.
He Jin watched the huge cocoon take shape without making a move.
It wasn't that he was deliberately disobeying Han Jingjing's earlier order. He had simply realized that Han Jingjing and Lin Yifei had worked together so perfectly throughout the ambush that they had trapped Dizang Protector without any need for him to step in. Everything