Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two of the giant nets precisely enveloped Shadow Wing's massive body, especially his wings and neck.
The dark purple runes instantly lit up, and a powerful suppressive force followed.
This not only made him feel extraordinarily heavy but also furiously devoured the divine power and dragon power within his body!
Shadow Wing let out an angry and painful roar, struggling fiercely, but these tough giant nets clung tightly, the runes flashing, forcibly dragging his massive body down from low altitude, slamming him heavily onto the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust!
More guard soldiers, enhanced by witchcraft, swarmed from all directions like sharks scenting blood, heading straight for the trapped blue-scaled Proto-Dragon.
Shadow Wing, who had just saved his companions, had fallen into a deadly trap himself.
"Surround him! Use chains and wooden stakes to pin him down! Don't give him any chance to escape!" The guard commander's voice was no longer cold; instead, it carried a hint of fanaticism.
The soldiers rushed forward, wielding various tools and weapons, intending to keep Shadow Wing here forever.
Shadow Wing's struggles grew weaker and weaker; although an unyielding rage still burned in his ice-blue dragon eyes, they reflected the deadly glint of weapons closing in from all directions.
He could feel Matos's malicious, bone-chilling will, through Hamur and these priests, locking onto him like a vulture eyeing its dying prey.
Death had never felt so close.
The Frost Howl soldiers let out bloodthirsty cheers; victory seemed within reach.
Hamur stood on the high ground, watching below with indifference.
Shadow Wing's capture would be the best sacrifice to Matos, and the key to completely breaking Ital'ruk's will to resist!
Just as the Shadowfang soldiers' butcher knives were about to fall and the priests' deadly spells were about to coalesce—
Time seemed to be gently nudged by an invisible hand.
Not a complete stop, but an indescribable sense of stagnation that enveloped the entire battlefield.
The howling cold wind, the falling snowflakes, the soldiers' ferocious expressions and raised weapons, the incantations chanted by the priests, even the blood flowing on Hamur's arm and the glow of the runes…
Everything, as if put on slow motion, became viscous, sluggish, and incredibly heavy.
An indescribable, transcendent will, like a tranquil deep sea, silently yet irresistibly permeated the air.
It was not overbearing, yet it carried an indifference that overlooked all beings and an unspeakable weight.
The sky, the clouds distorted by Matos's divine power, silently parted to both sides.
There was no earth-shattering roar, no blinding burst of divine light.
A slender, elegant, and deadly figure appeared naturally in the sky above the battlefield.
Directly above Shadow Wing, and within the perception of all beings that had been "stagnated."
It was Obsidian's avatar—Lin Mo.
He did not roar, nor did he display any "might" belonging to a giant dragon.
He merely floated there quietly, his deep dragon eyes calmly sweeping over everything below.
That gaze was as calm as if examining an irrelevant painting.
Then, Lin Mo moved.
He did not pounce on Shadow Wing, nor did he attack any Frost Howl soldiers.
He merely slightly raised one of his foreclaws, which had been tucked beneath his belly.
The tiny lightning wrapped around his claw tip suddenly brightened for an instant.
"Crack…"
A faint, almost inaudible crisp sound, as if some invisible shackles had been undone.
The giant nets and heavy chains, shimmering with cursed runes, that entangled Shadow Wing's body, silently broke and disintegrated inch by inch, like withered vines decayed by millions of years, turning into black dust that fell rustling!
The wooden stakes deeply driven into the ground also turned to powder at the same time!
All the power suppressing Shadow Wing, like a soap bubble in the sunlight, vanished without a trace with a soft "pop."
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