Chapter 517 (Me, a Demonic Cultivator?)

In the end, the infinite lethal intent condensed into magecraft chains. The chains were as strong as steel, translucent and colorless, rendering them indestructible. 

This time, Cyrus generated more than a dozen Dragon Restraining Shackles, winding around Jacob tightly that the latter was immobilized. 

Meanwhile, the sinister spirits all streaked toward him at Cyrus' command. 

The dozen of them charged toward Jacob with teeth bared and hands outstretched, looking exceedingly ghastly. 

Restrained by the rope, Jacob merely twisted his body slightly at the sight of the approaching sinister spirits, but he didn't manage to escape his bonds. 

As Cyrus watched the sinister spirits drawing ever closer to the man, he wore an expression of utter triumph.