"Open... Open your eyes!"
Chloe screamed.
"You don't need to shout, I saw it."
The old man's face changed colors, his eyes darting around as if looking for the right opportunity to act.
Whoosh whoosh!
The next moment, countless Green Banyan aerial roots fell from the sky, hanging both of them up.
These roots wrapped around the old man and Chloe like pythons, tightly binding them and rendering their last desperate tactics completely ineffective.
Whoosh whoosh!
The bound old man and Chloe were suspended in a spreadeagled position, brought before the Reviver, confronting a pair of mysterious purple eyes.
"Ah!"
The old man suddenly let out a scream.
He felt as though a red-hot pair of iron tongs had entered his head, flipping through his memories from childhood over and over again.
This sensation was naturally not a good one, even causing the old man to start losing control of his bodily functions.
