Yan Xiaobao stood above it all, towering like a demon. His white hair was dyed red by the flames, and his eyes were no longer icy blue but blood-red. As he gripped transparent threads in his hands, his face contorted with a twisted and sinister smile.
Seeing him pull those threads, Old Huzi's eyes widened in disbelief, finally understanding that the Mars Fire was not aimed at him. Rather, it was ignited to exert pressure on the assassin, making it harder for him to anticipate his movements.
The more he pulled, the larger they grew, and the more desperate Old Huzi became. He could feel those incredibly strong yet thin threads wrapping tightly around his body; they encircled him and suspended him midair, completely neutralizing his earth-based attacks.
"You can't do this!" Old Huzi roared, helplessly suspended in the air, entirely at Hui Yue's mercy.
