Presently, the effect of this kind of confinement talisman could barely be maintained for a minute.
However, in fights, where every second mattered, this was already enough for talisman practitioners to produce clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another.
As Wu Yanzhen woefully staggered backwards, her bear paw returned to her wrist while her other hand clutched her throat with a death grip. Very soon, her palms were soaked with sticky blood.
When the burly village chief saw that the situation had gone awry, he quickly strode up to the defensive barrier. "Little Miss, immediately stop your unruly and rash attacks. Or else, you will suffer bloody punishment. This consequence isn't something you can…"
Before the burly village chief could say "bear," his pupils abruptly contracted.
Inside the defensive barrier, the little lady suddenly raised both hands, her beautifully embroidered pale-colored sleeves billowing slightly in the wind.
