More importantly, behind the adversary stood a girl who silently unfolded a vast library, along with a pair of delicate scissors in her hand that resembled a mere shadow.
At the moment when the silken threads made contact with Hong Siyu's body, she used them as a medium to momentarily sever the concept of "qi" from her.
Thus, the prey was ensnared.
The pitch-dark Remnant Beasts, amidst the sound of gunfire and the onslaught of weapons, frantically stumbled into the trap that the Hunter had long since laid out.
In the wine glass, the black and red cocktail as if spilled, vanished a finger's breadth in an instant.
Magic Power, like ashes dancing in the sky, soared upwards, and the enveloping mist around the body visibly contracted in an instant. Enshrouded and bound by layers of silken threads, Hong Siyu's figure wavered several times before being firmly tethered in mid-air.
