No matter how fiercely he unleashed the power of his Nascent Soul in resistance, it was to no avail.
In his current state, he was also incapable of casting spells or mobilizing Magic Treasures.
He could only burst forth with the primitive power of a trapped wild beast, attempting to break free with overwhelming strength.
However, each surge of the Nascent Soul's power only managed to slightly disperse the massive amount of red soul hair, scattering some wronged spirits.
But soon, more wronged spirits streamed continuously into the fray, even more resentful, accompanied by the entwining red soul hair, unceasingly.
Amidst this rise and fall, he felt the soul hair binding his Nascent Soul growing tighter and tighter, feeling like prey trapped in a spider's web, the more he struggled, the tighter the bindings became.
Just then, suddenly a thunderous roar transmitted through, and he felt the red soul hair penetrating the Nascent Soul suddenly tremble, simultaneously contracting.
