"However, it's rather presumptuous of a mere Dharma Image Realm cultivator like you to come seeking trouble with me, Wei Wusheng!"
From within the cave, a chilling and harsh voice echoed, hoarse and unpleasant to the ear, like the muffled sound of metal grinding deep underground, causing people's eardrums to ache and a chill to rise in their hearts.
Accompanying the voice were long, ink-black ropes, slithering like snakes, swiftly entwining towards Qin Feng. They wrapped around him layer by layer as if they intended to encase him entirely, trapping him like a cocooned pupa.
These pitch-black ropes each emitted a cold and ghostly aura, resembling the Soul-Hooking Rope from the Netherworld, not only exuding the power to erode the soul and corrode bone but also revealing all sorts of eerie and bizarre presences, immediately making it obvious that they were no ordinary magical treasures.
