The sound of gears meshing was as dense as a sudden rain, levers pounding like an iron hammer repetitively. The right calf began to swell rapidly once more, the chaotic aura spreading outward, gradually carrying a hint of danger.
Ban Ji gasped for breath, drenched in sweat.
The whispers in his ears grew stronger, while the runes in front of him became so dense they occupied his entire field of vision, with only a few remaining gaps quickly disappearing.
In a moment of crisis, Ban Ji relied on his last shred of clarity to form seals with his hands.
Divine Arts—Blind Fool!
A thick plume of gray smoke descended out of nowhere, enveloping Ban Ji.
The gray smoke rapidly converged, transforming into a bone china-like gray-white shackle that pierced through Ban Ji's upper body, with two chains extending from his eyes into his brain, and then piercing out from his ears.
The Divine Arts quickly took effect.
