"It's using the external network to trigger electrical surges!" David Xavier growled, his voice carrying a trace of barely perceptible lingering fear.
"When I caught it back then, it used old telephone lines to draw high-voltage electricity from a substation. It nearly roasted me alive!"
"Quick, sever the surrounding network connections, or make the puppet retract its tentacles! Otherwise, this chaotic current will conduct backward along the energy link and hurt you!"
His tone was urgent, filled with concern.
In his understanding, physical isolation and cutting off energy were the most effective ways to deal with such bizarre entities.
However, Wu Heng's reaction was beyond his expectations.
Faced with the suddenly intensifying electromagnetic turbulence and the evil spirit's desperate death throes, not only did Wu Heng show no panic, but the corners of his lips even curled into an extremely faint smile tinged with amusement and control.
"Cut it off? Why would I cut it off?" Wu Heng's voice remained calm, as though everything before him had been expected. "Energy itself has no inherent strength or weakness. What matters is guidance and control."
He raised his right hand, and a strange pale-black glow appeared at his fingertips.
The glow was neither holy nor sinister, yet it possessed an intensely condensed quality.
The black light flowed forth like a living thing, intertwining with the black mist emitted by the puppet evil spirit's tentacles.
In an instant, a translucent film of light flickering with intricate black runes formed between the tentacles and the jar.
This film was no mere barrier.
Because in the next moment, it suddenly differentiated like dividing cells, splitting into countless energy threads thousands of times finer than hair!
Some of the threads acted like precision surgical probes, speeding into the jar and winding deeper around the network evil