Yue Guan cried out, "Old Ghost!"
His focus wavered for an instant.
The disturbance was slight, lasting only a fleeting moment.
But that fleeting moment was exactly what Eva had been waiting for.
The instant Yue Guan was distracted, dozens of silver lights lit up at once among the shattered remnants of the mirror behind him—the fragments he had smashed earlier, still floating in midair.
Those lights were so fine, as thin as strands of hair, that they were nearly impossible to notice amid the golden glow and countless shards.
But they were too fast. The moment Yue Guan sensed something amiss behind him, dozens of silver chains had already pierced through his back, shoulders, arms, and legs at the same time.
Yue Guan's body jerked violently. The golden light of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum flickered madly across his body, trying to shatter the strange chains.
But no one knew what material those chains were made of. Not only did the golden light fail to break them, it caused them to tighten even further.
Every time the silver runes flowing across the chains flashed, a portion of the Soul Power within his body was drained away.
His Martial Soul Avatar began to tremble violently, the petals of the chrysanthemum phantom dimming one after another.
"What is this—" Yue Guan gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his Martial Soul Avatar from dispersing.
But there were simply too many chains. So many that his body was practically riddled like a sieve.
Eva did not answer. She merely raised her right hand slowly and gently clenched her fingers in the air.
Dozens of silver chains tightened at once, forcibly dragging Yue Guan down from the sky.
His body carved an arc through the air before being slammed heavily onto the ground beside