Seeing Yarn in the distance, the Half-Dragon pointed at him from afar and whispered a reminder: "He is Yarn, the leader of the Dawn Holy Army, skilled in Teleportation Spells, make sure we don't let him escape."
"Thinking of fleeing?"
"Hehehe, do you think you can run? Come on, shackle this old man up!"
A player dressed in Mechanical God Cult uniform and wearing glasses took out two metal balls and threw them out directly.
The metal balls exploded, releasing more than a dozen chains that emitted an invisible fluctuation, anchoring the surrounding space completely.
The space around them seemed to be frozen solid, making it impossible to use the Teleportation Divine Arts, and Yarn's Scepter dimmed, leaving him both shocked and furious.
"You, you..."
It wasn't just because his Divine Arts were interrupted, but also because he heard an all too familiar voice, and although it had become rougher, Yarn could still recognize who it was.
