It was an iron pillar so long that it seemed almost absurd. Looking down, Malfurion had no idea where it extended from, and looking up, he could not see where it reached either.
The pillar was not particularly thick, only just wide enough to bind a person to it.
Li examined the iron pillar as though he was somewhat dissatisfied with it. Then he sighed softly. "It'll have to do. Make it a little thicker..."
The iron pillar seemed to understand Li's words, immediately expanding slightly.
Malfurion wanted to say that this was merely Li's mental world, where he could make anything happen, so there was no need to flaunt his power like this...
But he could not say it aloud. He, too, could construct a mental space, but the problem was that he simply could not achieve this degree of control.
If even a level-nineteen Grand Magister could not accomplish something, then only an existence above level twenty could.
In this world, there were only a handful of people truly above level twenty. Ankhseram was certainly one of them. As for Zeref, Catherine, and the mysterious lord of the Eastern Continent, it was not certain that they were above level twenty, but they were definitely not below it.
Li slowly closed his eyes. Then countless patterns spread across that towering iron pillar, as though Li was not merely creating an enormous pillar, but a gigantic work of art.
Once the pillar was covered in countless seemingly random patterns that nevertheless appeared to hold endless meaning, Li slowly raised his hands. Several thick chains extended from the pillar, whipping continuously through the air and forming ring after ring before finally binding Tyrande tightly to the massive iron pillar.
Li shook his head. "Let's go take a look..."
At his words,