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Guding crouched low, hiding in the bushes, secretly observing the Witch Clan pursuers through the gaps in the leaves.
The fiber buttons in his hand were down to the last three, which meant he had to deal with seventeen people in half an hour, not counting the three Eighth Rank Gene Bodies.
He locked the fiber button's target on the three Eighth Rank Gene Bodies and pressed the launch button forcefully. Three colorless threads silently wrapped around their ankles, then quickly climbed upwards. By the time they noticed, the fibers had already wrapped around nearly a third of their bodies. In less than twenty seconds, a faint white cocoon enveloped the three entirely. They struggled mightily, but to no avail.
Others rushed to help, only to waste their efforts.
