Wen An's eyes gleamed with an unusual light, and he suddenly tore the white talisman paper in his hands.
Suddenly, a barrier about a square meter in size appeared out of thin air, with runes subtly circulating on its surface, and before the blink of an eye, it enveloped both people. At the same time, the sound of Buddhist chanting emanated from the screen.
Jialan felt that as soon as the sound of the chanting reached her ears, the magic power in her Linghai stagnated, and she was horrified to find that she could not move at all in the next moment.
The entire barrier was filled with an invisible force of restriction, as if everything inside it had been frozen solid.
The silver serpent that had almost reached Wen An let out a hiss as it dissipated, transforming back into a silver chain, its luster faded and now hanging feebly in mid-air.