The shadow's struggle gradually weakened, its furious strength—like that of a cornered beast—rapidly fading. Ye Qingchen watched coldly, slightly adjusting the spell in his hands. The three vines immediately came to life, coiling even tighter. The verdant light they emitted, like phosphorescence in the night, made the shadow's outline appear even more ferocious.
"Your struggle is futile!" Ye Qingchen declared in a low voice, his tone filled with absolute authority and coldness.
The shadow's movements grew weaker. A hint of fear and despair crept into its crimson eyes as it seemed to sense its power rapidly draining away. The vines were absorbing its energy, sapping it of even the last bit of strength to resist. At last, the shadow's struggle ceased completely. Its body went limp, as if its very bones had been pulled out, and it hung powerlessly within the vines' embrace.
