A few knife strikes broke the lancelight. Han Sen swung his Blood Feather Knife, and many knife silks were weaved through the air. They tangled and knotted themselves around Dragon Nine's wings, limbs, and body. He was unable to hold his lance and thrust anymore.
Han Sen had been dodging for so long so he could cast his knife silks. To deal with a strong power like Dragon Nine's, soft power was useful.
Dragon Nine's body was gripped tightly by the silks. They tore through his armor and dug into his skin, but the contact produced sparks.
Dragon Nine's body had the same glow that the lance did, and all of a sudden, the knife silks around his body were broken.
"Dragon Light protection!" Xius recognized the power he had just employed.
Han Sen frowned. The power on Dragon Nine was concentrated like his lance was. It broke the knife silks easily.
