Several Demon Heads remained concealed beside Han Shuo at all times. The moment unease stirred in his heart, they immediately flew around him to investigate, but found nothing.
The uneasy feeling still did not fade, making Han Shuo increasingly vigilant. The Seventeen Flying Swords stood ready, prepared to deal with any sudden danger.
At that moment, Blood Spirit, Bolands, and Gilbert were not far away with the Divine Guards, listening to Bolands explain assassination techniques. Even the Divine Guard closest to Han Shuo was over three hundred meters away.
The situation was rather strange. That inexplicable sense of danger refused to disperse, yet the Demon Heads could detect nothing unusual, making Han Shuo all the more cautious. Turbulent waves had already surged through his heart, but his face still wore a mild, composed expression as he sat silently on a rock, his head lowered in thought.
Suddenly, a stretch of space before Han Shuo seemed to tear apart. A dazzling light distorted the space, and overlapping spatial fluctuations abruptly rippled out before him.
The next moment, Han Shuo suddenly discovered that space seemed to have frozen. The wind stopped, the grass ceased moving, and everything seemed to have become motionless in an instant!
Several human-shaped silhouettes of light suddenly emerged from the area of intense spatial fluctuations. A powerful, concentrated binding force surged wildly from that area. It came with tremendous speed and utter suddenness. Before Han Shuo could fully react, he abruptly felt as though his body had been imprisoned in a cage, his hands and feet bound tightly by invisible chains.
Those silhouettes swiftly swept toward Han Shuo. Each wore a thin, pale mask without a mouth or nose, with only two narrow holes exposing their eyes, making them look rather sinister and terrifying.
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