The Sky-Blasting Gang members who had been giving chase abruptly stopped, looking up in shock and uncertainty. Seeing Bone Douluo Gu Rong being toyed with in the palm of Zi JI's hand, they all sucked in cold breaths.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong had been famous for years, and many of them recognized him. They had assumed that once he intervened, he would surely capture Zi JI and prevent her from taking Wang Qiu'er away. Only now did they realize that Zi JI was leading him around by the nose!
Zi JI stepped through the air, ripples spreading beneath her feet with every step. With her serpentine waist twisting and her alluring figure swaying, she seemed less like she was fighting than performing a dance—a dance that made hearts race and eyes burn. Yet whenever Bone Douluo Gu Rong closed in, seeking to overwhelm her with brute force, she slipped aside like a boneless serpent, anticipating his movements and evading them with effortless grace. Every one of his powerful, crushing attacks struck empty air, as though he were punching nothing with clenched fists. The frustration was almost unbearable!
What troubled Bone Douluo Gu Rong even more was that, as time passed, the purple-black rays shooting from Zi JI's fingertips and attaching themselves to him made his Bone Dragon Avatar increasingly heavy. It was as though he had aged several decades in an instant. His whole body grew heavy and stiff, and movements that had been fairly nimble gradually became sluggish and slow.
The temperature continued to fall, until layers of frost even formed in the air.
Meanwhile, more and more purple-black threads of light shot from Zi JI's fingertips, tightening her control over Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
"This is bad!"
"It's a control-type Soul Skill!"
Belatedly realizing that he had fallen