Yu Ziqing's eyes lit up, uncertain if these shackles would have any effect on him.
Seeing the look in Yu Ziqing's eyes, Wang Zixuan took a few steps back in fear, burying himself back in snow.
Yu Ziqing walked over again, flicked his fingers, and lured a snow rabbit; the snow rabbit, just like a real one, stood up, revealing its long legs, and craned its neck to glance at Yu Ziqing.
When Yu Ziqing grinned at it, the snow rabbit immediately shattered into pieces, becoming a whirl of snowflakes, flying towards Yu Ziqing.
Yu Ziqing flicked his fingers, shattering it on the spot, wrapping it in a blood flame to incinerate it, yet a faint blue halo remained, shapeless and formless, transforming into a phantom chain rushing towards Yu Ziqing.
Yu Ziqing's Yang God reached out of his body, stretched out a hand to grab it, and the chain suddenly transformed into shackles, holding the Yang God's wrist.
