Six demonic shadows wielding weapons rushed forward. In a moment of desperation, the Weaver spread her ten fingers, shooting dozens of invisible threads from her fingertips. The threads wove into an impenetrable web around the demonic shadows and suddenly contracted.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!!!
Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping, countless sparks burst forth in the darkness.
The demonic shadows' entire bodies hardened, resembling dark, angular iron soldiers, resisting the lethal force of the invisible threads. Deep, dense scars two centimeters deep appeared all over their bodies.
If these hardened demonic shadows were instead flesh and blood, they would have been sliced into pieces without even realizing it.
These invisible threads were very peculiar, invisible and not physically present. Zhou Yuan sensed them thanks to his extraordinary perception. He was not on this floor, but each demonic shadow acted as his eyes, extensions of his will.