Demonic fiends are treacherous!
Even if the Monster Spirit Giant had kept its word just this once and hadn't reneged, Wang Chen at that moment still wouldn't have believed a word it said.
He threw himself into controlling the Heaven-Ensnaring Punisher Net, firmly suppressing the Monster Spirit Giant's resistance.
The constant friction between the palm and the long tether, even for his Vajra Immortality Body, abraded streaks of blood, which dripped into the ropes of the net.
Wang Chen was, however, totally unaware.
His feet were already deeply embedded in the ground, mist swirling above his head, and large beads of sweat incessantly seeped from his forehead, making him resemble a bow stretched to its limits.
The power he summoned had reached its summit!
And as time went on, the potency of the Heaven-Ensnaring Punisher Net grew ever stronger.
