Li Ang's feet were rooted firmly to the ground, as if by countless roots. The Paper Groom's curse and Mo Si warred within his body, creating a dense, piercing pain, like a thousand needles.
He was immobilized.
"This creature is at least a Second-level Alien, and we simply do not have the strength to resist it," Sun Xinzhi said urgently. "Luckily, it strictly adheres to the rules and won't act until the bridal procession ceremony is completed. It's time to make a decision."
Mr. Wan, a Cloud Patrol Realm cultivator from Hedong's Pei Family, had not even used his trump card. Merely being looked at, he was assimilated—a fate worse than death.
Pei Jing's expression changed several times, the Canghai Sword by his side spitting out sword light, reflecting his tumultuous emotions.
What to do?
