The ground beneath turned a verdant green, sprouting vines that wrapped around limbs, entwining with blood and flesh.
This kind of entwining was a gentle, enduring extraction.
For instance, those strong, tall, and sturdy elite young masters, those thick thighs, were bound in an instant, withering flesh revealing the bones beneath the skin.
Screams, piercing shrieks that stabbed at the throat.
Yet these screams, at the moment they aroused terror among the crowd, were abruptly overshadowed by another sound.
Snap! Qin Yu gently snapped her fingers.
Crack!
Leg bones, all their leg bones fractured.
With broken legs, they naturally knelt.
This scene left the official staff of the Tianzang realm with a collective slight change in expression, and the faces of Guan Lieshan, Pang Fei, and the other Holinesses turned ashen.
There was...
No trace of spiritual power, no fluctuation of spells, no mark of spiritual consciousness— at least none of these Holinesses sensed it.
