The instant those golden chains appeared, they wrapped around the spear in Ye Ming's hand. Though Ye Ming sensed something was wrong and tried to break free, it was already too late. He was fast, but the golden chains were faster.
In the blink of an eye, he was bound into a rice dumpling, with only his face exposed.
"Why? Why? You were clearly exhausted, and your aura was clearly plummeting. Why do you still have immortal power to use such a secret art?"
Ye Ming questioned him repeatedly. Could the immortal power within Ye Lin truly be inexhaustible?
Just now, Ye Lin had used a secret art that affected all of their thousands of supreme prodigies. Then he had used another secret art to make their hearts explode, disrupting their battle rhythm.
Such terrifying secret arts could not possibly come without consumption. Not only would they consume power, but the cost had to be immense.
After all, what kind of concept was it to silently affect over a thousand top-tier prodigies?
Yet after using such a secret art, Ye Lin could still cast this bizarre technique?
Ye Ming had also gone to the previous war. He had watched with his own eyes as Ye Lin used these golden chains to trap Lu Cang, leaving Lu Cang unable to break free.
Why? Why could Ye Lin use such powerful secret arts one after another? Could it be that the immortal power within Ye Lin was truly inexhaustible? Could it be that these secret arts came at no cost?
He could not understand it. He simply could not understand it.
The world was fair. Every powerful secret art came with an unimaginably terrifying price.
"These are not things you are qualified to know."
"But you did guess one thing right. My