As the black threads of demonic energy swept past, they shot straight toward the Black Flame Kirin, binding it.
The Black Flame Kirin roared endlessly, clearly enraged by the provocation.
Black flame power surged continuously from its mouth, yet the Devil Race's black threads remained unmoved, suffering not the slightest damage.
Instead, the Black Flame Kirin began to panic.
Its enormous body crushed forward, its great jaws opening as though it wanted to tear those black threads to pieces.
But just as its roar rang out, it suddenly began to howl, "Awoo! Awoo!"
The black threads wrapped once around its huge mouth, then wound another circle around its entire body.
The Black Flame Kirin was wrapped up and bound like a rice dumpling.
The people nearby stared dumbfounded at the sight.
The Black Flame Kirin could only lie on the ground with a wronged expression, continuously letting out muffled whimpers.
"No way," Wang Li muttered.
"There are just too many demonic weapons."
"Wasn't the Black Flame Kirin supposed to rank among the top three of the seventy-two demonic weapons?" Xu Jiamo asked in disbelief.
"In my opinion, it's not that the demonic weapon is too weak, but that Brother Xu... is too strong," Wang Li said after a brief silence.
As they looked at Xu Zimo's back, they unknowingly began to sense an imposing grandeur from him.
"You... who exactly are you?" Hong Ze asked, taking a slight step back as he looked at Xu Zimo.
"You should count yourself lucky. If you weren't one of the Devil Race, you'd already be a corpse," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"Get lost. I won't kill you," Xu Zimo said flatly.
"But I don't want there to be a next time."
"We'll get lost right away," Hong Ze said, swallowing hard before hurriedly