Little Food Saint looked at Wen Sansi and licked his lips. "Kid, you've got some talent. What's this thing?"
Wen Sansi replied, "Textual Prison."
Little Food Saint's lips curled. "Textual Prison? You're trying to imprison my wrist? You've got some nerve." As he spoke, he suddenly exerted more strength, and the Textual Prison shattered.
Jiang Xiao Dao's smile hadn't even faded. It's useless already?
Wen Sansi had expected the Textual Prison to break. Immediately afterward, another layer appeared, followed by layer after layer. Seven layers of Textual Prison formed seven golden bracelets around Little Food Saint's wrist.
At that moment, Little Food Saint was genuinely surprised.
He'd felt the immense resistance when he broke through the first layer. How could there be seven layers now?
"Pretty boy, where are you from?" Little Food Saint asked. He looked at Wen Sansi the same way he'd looked at Xu Ji.
The difference was that Xu Ji had held on for three breaths through his own strength, while Wen Sansi couldn't possibly last that long. But Wen Sansi had other tricks that could make Little Food Saint see him in a new light.
Wen Sansi raised his eyes. "Primeval Space."
Little Food Saint was surprised. "You're from Primeval Space? Interesting. Hahaha, very interesting." As his laughter rang out, one layer of Textual Prison shattered, followed by the second, third, and fourth.
The Textual Prison seemed useless. Each layer could hold Wen Sansi back for no more than one breath, so all seven layers together would buy him just seven breaths.
Lu Yin couldn't help taking two steps forward, staring at Little Food Saint. His strength really was immense.
When the seventh layer of Textual Prison shattered, everyone thought Wen Sansi was bound to lose. Even seven layers couldn't help him hold on, so