Just moments earlier, Reon had silently released his Shadow Threads from the Shadow Glove, weaving them around Shen Zhi's arms and binding them to the surrounding hundreds of thick trees.
Now, as Shen Zhi prepared to strike, Reon gave a subtle pull—instantly, the massive man's arms were yanked upward, forcefully bound by two near-invisible threads that stretched deep into the forest.
Shen Zhi chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Oh~ You really think those two puny threads wrapped around my arms will stop me?"
Reon raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
'So he noticed? As expected of a Stage-1 Golden Core Cultivator's perception. But it's already too late…'
"Yes," Reon said calmly.
Shen Zhi narrowed his eyes, still composed despite being restrained.
"You actually thought something like this would kill me? How foolish," he scoffed.
He tensed his muscles and tried to rip through the threads with raw strength.
Reon's smirk widened.
