It hurriedly followed the danger with its gaze, only to see a golden light obscuring half of its field of vision, a brilliant radiance, as if within the light there were divine beings, or perhaps a throng of immortals, faint and illusory, a visual feast for others, but torture for it, causing its eyes to shed black viscous tears.
"Is this a spell?"
It suddenly realized and looked toward the figure approaching beneath the golden light, and with a roar, it wanted to twist Xiao Wangsun into a pretzel before killing the tall figure.
But at that moment, it sensed a strange power flowing around its body, yet it hadn't seen any spell.
It only saw the spells forming around it, enveloping it.
It could break through most spells in the world by instinct, but now it was right in the middle of a spell, how could it break it?
