More and more chains, like a swarm of venomous snakes, shot toward Xiao Mo from all directions.
This time, the chains were incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, they had coiled tightly around Xiao Mo's limbs and waist.
Runes flowed across the surfaces of the chains, flickering in and out of sight as they constantly tried to suppress and corrode the surging Blood Evil Qi inside him.
Seeing Xiao Mo finally bound, the ten Abbots of the Ascension Realm were greatly invigorated. They poured even more of their Magical Power into the grand formation beneath their feet, their chanting growing louder and more solemn.
The entire mountain peak was enveloped in a vast, golden Buddha's Light.
Xiao Mo struggled slightly, and the chains rattled in response. He pulled with force, and the chains strained as taut as a fully drawn bow, yet they did not break.
But he was not panicked. He simply called out the name of the long blade in his hand in a low voice: "Dyed Ink."
