For a moment, the White Bone Bodhisattva felt as if trapped in a quagmire, an isolated space forming within the endless chaos, binding its true form inside.
It was like a large fish trying to struggle out of a fisherman's net, fighting hard but continuously entangled by the threads of the net, tighter and tighter, ultimately unable to break free.
The battle situation in the void battlefield could not be changed for the moment, while on the ground battlefield, the army from the Nine Provinces Divine Kingdom had thoroughly pushed across the White Bone Continent.
Even the Devouring Mother Tree, regarded as the foundation of the White Bone Continent, had already been sealed by the forces from the Three Realms of Nine Provinces.
