Yang Yong took a deep breath, his muscles abruptly tensing as the eerie power inside him surged into motion. He prepared to wrench free of the chains.
The chains looked thick, but breaking free would have been effortless for him.
He had only suffered earlier because he had been caught off guard.
But... before he could exert himself, he saw the tall, thin man move.
Wang Hongyu extended his right hand, tracing through the air with his index finger.
Where his fingertip passed, an eerie dark-green glow rippled through the air.
The light seemed to brand silk, leaving blood-red lines behind.
Those lines intertwined, connected, and spread through the air, forming a complete talisman in the blink of an eye.
An illusory talisman?
Drawing talismans out of thin air!
Yang Yong's eyes went wide.
Was this fucking Tongtian Lu?
The ability to draw talismans in empty air?
Before he could process this information, Wang Hongyu's finger had already accelerated into a blur.
Before the first talisman had fully solidified, the second was already half drawn, followed by the third, the fourth, the fifth...
The talismans flew toward him one after another.
They stuck to Yang Yong's limbs.
They stuck to his chest.
They stuck to his back.
With every talisman that attached itself, Yang Yong felt another layer of heavy shackles settle over him.
It was not physical weight, but suppression on the level of rules.
It was as though countless invisible nails were pinning his bones, flesh, and meridians in place, inch by inch.
When the final talisman attached itself, the supernatural power circulating ceaselessly inside Yang Yong abruptly stalled.
Like a surging river cut off head-on by an iron floodgate.
The water was still there, but it could no longer flow.
It had been pinned down.
Only after