What is this? Why does it contract spontaneously? Qian Jin raised his eyebrows. Thoroughly energizing his Level 4 Demon Fighter warrior power, Qian Jin twisted his body and lifted his arms outward. However, the net was unaffected, and the harder he tried, the tighter the black net became.
“Stop struggling. I asked Blake to make this special item for you.” Eulalia paced leisurely, holding the faint yellow volcano potion which gave out a sweet aroma in her palm. She knelt down in front of Qian Jin and said, “I know you will resist it, so I ordered these from Blake. Come on… open your mouth…”
Blake? Qian Jin felt hopeless as he knew the old blacksmith's forging technique had reached an unconquerable level. He could easily make a metal net as soft and tenacious as possible. He had no ability to even move, let alone escaping from these potions.
