The moment the Heaven Devouring Hou opened its mouth, Fang Mo moved.
The Prison Suppressor Patterns beneath his feet spread thirty feet forward, their dark gold light drawing a straight line across the scorched stone road.
Fang Mo charged along that line.
The Heaven Devouring Hou did not gather another ball of power in its mouth. It chose the most primitive method, slamming its three intact giant claws down at Fang Mo together.
The three claws closed in, leaving him no retreat.
Fang Mo did not retreat.
The law of Reverse Tendons Defying the Norm surged from his body for the third time, but this time, instead of disrupting the Heaven Devouring Hou's muscle control, it poured into the Prison Suppressor Patterns beneath his feet.
The patterns changed.
Just as the three giant claws were about to strike the ground, the dark gold lines extending forward curled upward, springing from the ground and becoming three chain-shaped beams of light that wrapped around the Heaven Devouring Hou's three foreclaws.
The chains tightened.
The Heaven Devouring Hou's three claws were pinned fast in place, unable to slam down.
It let out a roar filled with bewilderment and fury, frantically wrenching its claws back. But those three chains were not made of Spiritual Qi; they were the Prison Suppressor Law itself. Every tug tightened them further, embedding their dark gold light into the gaps between the scales on its toes and sending up wisps of scorched smoke.
On the beast's back, the White-Haired Thing's expression finally changed in earnest.
"Chains of the Prison Suppressor Dharma Aspect? How could something like this be in the hands of a Meridian Opening Realm brat?"
The Rust-Armored Thing was locked in combat with Wumian. He stole a glance in their direction, a hoarse voice squeezing out between