Dozens, even hundreds, of fine threads erupted from the arms of several straw men. They shot past the Wooden Men and coiled toward Liu Lang.
The ceaseless whistling of them tearing through the air filled his ears.
Just as Liu Lang was about to sever the threads, a foul stench suddenly assaulted his nostrils.
'Not good,' he thought, his body flashing backward in a sudden retreat.
As he passed Ge Muxiao, he didn't hesitate to kick him flying to block the attack.
"You!?"
Ge Muxiao had no time to curse. A look of terror spread across his face as he watched the hair-thin threads rush toward him.
"No, Brother, you, you..."
But Lv Jiunan's cold gaze remained fixed on Liu Lang, showing no intention of stopping.
In the blink of an eye, the threads pierced through Ge Muxiao's body.
The terror on Ge Muxiao's face froze. He stared blankly at Lv Jiunan.
"Brother..."
