Red Silk Spirit Body!
How could I forget such a treasure?
Ye Fan, who was worrying, suddenly saw the faint mark on his palm and immediately thought of the Three Thousand Red Threads he had obtained from Ye Zhong!
It was a peculiar object inherited from ancient times, able to deeply integrate into the body, isn't it the most perfect silk thread?
A touch of joy emerged in Ye Fan's heart. Without any hesitation, with a thought, the Three Thousand Red Threads surged out from his palm, quickly entering the old man's body through his palm.
"Holy shit! What's going on? Palms spewing threads, Spider-Man or what?"
"Stop joking, that's a sci-fi story, how can there be such miraculous things? Pretentious!"
"Sigh! Millennials are so impatient these days, always looking for shortcuts! That young guy must have recognized him, it's Elder Xiong from the Divine Eagle Group, trying to cling to higher branches!"
Ye Fan crouched on the ground, paying no attention to the noisy crowd around him.
