Master and Disciple Are Birds of a Feather? (1)

In the blink of an eye, 16 of the 17 demonic threads in Zhan Zhuowen's hand were chosen, leaving only one floating in the void. The elder who should have taken this demonic thread had already turned into a pool of blurry flesh and blood.

Zhan Zhuowen smiled and glanced at the rotten meat beside his feet that was emitting a bloody smell as he lamented playfully, "If only you had been so obedient earlier. Why did you have to be so ungrateful?"

After saying that, Zhan Zhuowen suddenly retracted his fingers. After the 16 demonic threads in his palm suddenly retracted, the 16 elders led by the demonic threads felt an evil and cold aura quickly enter their bodies through their fingertips and run through their limbs, bones, and blood vessels.

In next to no time, they discovered that there was a terrifying confinement in their bodies that could not be touched or seen.