The babbling stream suddenly froze.
The arcane runes hidden at the bottom of the stream appeared, emitting dazzling light, reflecting against the hanging silver moon.
The Emperor Saruman, bathed in moonlight, opened his mouth wide, making a silent roar.
It was a trap!
Emperor Saruman struggled fiercely, but at this moment he was at his weakest, trying his best but still unable to break free from the binding of the magic array.
Strands of black light scattered from Emperor Saruman's body, sharp screams vaguely audible within.
The pupils of Emperor Saruman split open once more, golden specks densely covered the originally black pupils, obscuring the light of reason and emotion.
At this critical moment of life and death, Emperor Saruman chose to frenzy once again.
But two frenzies in a short period of time were also a great burden for such a Holy Field Skull-shatterer.
Golden blood was slowly flowing out of the Emperor Saruman's facial features.
