After the vibrations subsided, four blood-red banners suddenly stood upright at four positions centered around Wang Zhangmin.
Sparks and lightning intertwined, making it clear that these banners were not easy to handle. The banners formed a frame that trapped Wang Zhangmin inside, leaving him with no route to escape.
"You think this can trap me? You're underestimating me," Wang Zhangmin stubbornly said, with the defiance of someone in denial.
Lin Beichen couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head as he said, "I also think your Black Witchcraft is disappointing; both are useless."
Infuriated, Wang Zhangmin tried to repeat his old trick, taking out a small bottle intending to knock Lin Beichen out again. This time, he increased the dosage significantly.
But how could Lin Beichen give him another chance? His fingers quickly formed seals, and with a loud shout, the banners swayed in the wind, causing Wang Zhangmin to become unsteady, while outside, it remained calm and quiet.
