With the middle-aged man's strength, the moment Ye Yinzhu's arms had wrapped around his body, they had already shattered Ye Yinzhu's left arm. However, he found that although Ye Yinzhu's arm was broken, he still couldn't break free from his grip. Under that immense force, he could only be carried along with Ye Yinzhu into the air.
A faint green light twined between the two of them, which was a three-meter-long emerald silk thread around Ye Yinzhu's wrist that hadn't appeared for a long time. But Ye Yinzhu had never forgotten it for a moment, just as he hadn't forgotten the Zi Zhu Magic Needle.
Ye Yinzhu hadn't misjudged his opponent's strength, so he didn't expect that his left arm alone would be sufficient to restrain the man in front of him. Therefore, as he lifted his left arm, the Green Silk had already floated out under the guidance of his Original Force, tightly binding his body to the mysterious middle-aged man's.