The Poison Eagle was furious. How could it, a Core Formation Stage Demon Practitioner, fail to take care of a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivation Practitioner? If this were to get out, wouldn't it be incredibly humiliating?
Therefore, the current Poison Eagle, with a face as dark as water, formed a strange Dharma Seal with both hands and slammed it onto the myriad silken threads!
The countless threads, as if injected with an adrenaline-like substance, lunged toward Lin Feng with teeth bared and claws outstretched!
Their momentum seemed as if they intended to shred Lin Feng into pieces instantly!
Lin Feng, who was already struggling to fend off the Poison Eagle's silken threads, found it even more difficult to resist as the Poison Eagle intensified its attack. The power of his Mini World began to falter, shrinking to less than a meter in front of him!
