"Footwork? Interesting. It seems you really do have quite a few tricks, Junior Brother Wang. Then try taking another move." A thoughtful look crossed Lian Ruohua's face, but she immediately smiled charmingly, murmured an incantation, and clapped her hands together.
There was a soft pop.
The stack of red rings between her hands instantly dissolved into crystalline light and vanished.
At the same time, Wang Yu felt the space above his head ripple. Six phantom red rings, each roughly ten feet across, appeared in a stack.
Without a second thought, Wang Yu moved his arm, sending a vast swath of azure-red saber shadows sweeping violently upward.
Something strange happened.
The azure-red saber shadows flashed through the hazy giant rings without affecting them at all, as though the six rings truly were nothing more than phantoms.
What spell is this?
Wang Yu's pupils contracted. Before he could work out what was happening, the six phantom red rings above him sank downward, then blurred and disappeared.
But Wang Yu's reactions were lightning-fast. Without hesitation, he shifted and unleashed Instant Step again, leaving a lingering afterimage behind as he appeared roughly ten feet away.
Almost simultaneously, he felt the nearby space ripple. The six giant red rings appeared with unerring accuracy around his neck, chest, waist, hips, thighs, and calves, then tightened all at once.
His entire body constricted. The six shrunken rings bound his limbs and body fast, leaving him unable to move an inch.
Opposite him, the woman in the white dress formed a hand seal and activated them.
The six rings swiftly blazed with dazzling red light and grew scorching hot. Wisps of red flame curled out and burned fiercely, turning them into six true Fire Rings.
"A high-grade magical artifact indeed. It really is remarkably ingenious."
Wang Yu clicked