The middle-aged man's magic power instantly surged out, and Great Wall's black hair swept over like a spirit snake.
His hands continuously formed seals, and he attacked with his snake-like hair.
It was as if a black snake had grown legs and turned into a long dragon.
The array under He Qingge's feet shone with a golden light, and thousands of threads spread out and bound the middle-aged man tightly.
The middle-aged man spat out flames from his mouth.
Unfortunately, these golden threads were like gold. True gold was not afraid of fire and did not suffer the slightest change.
The middle-aged man's attacks were all firmly trapped by the golden threads.
"How is this possible? How can you control the array formation here?"
"If I didn't have some tricks up my sleeve, would I dare to come here?" He Qingge laughed.
"Isn't it a little too early for you to be happy?" The middle-aged man said coldly.