Billows of black air surged out of Yuan Ming's palm, seemingly endless, continuously pouring into the brain of the White Eagle.
As time passed, the consciousness of the White Eagle indeed began to gradually disintegrate, its resistance growing weaker and weaker.
A slight smile curved Yuan Ming's lips as he continued to operate his Beast Taming Technique, determined to subdue the White Eagle in one go.
Given the current circumstances, this time, there was a very good chance of success.
Just at that moment, a sudden change occurred!
The ground beneath Yuan Ming's feet unexpectedly split open, and a purple-black vine shot out, swiftly entwining his legs.
This vine was only as thick as a finger, with a smooth surface and delicate leaves adorned with purple spots, making it quite beautiful to look at.
However, this slender and beautiful vine contained an astonishing amount of strength; his legs were instantly tightened, rendered completely immobile as if bound by iron chains.
