In the next moment, the green arm rapidly spread under the effect of pollution, winding around the latter's entire body.
The power of these arms was formidable and eerie, like cold iron chains tightly binding their target, leaving no strength even to twitch.
Wang Mang's fingers gently slid across the other's throat, feeling as if he were touching cold steel.
A cruel smile curled on the corners of his lips, "Do you know? This is just me holding back; I have a hundred ways to make you beg for life and for death."
The sharp light in his eyes flickered menacingly, "If you have any tricks left, you might as well use them now."
The complexion of his opponent grew increasingly ghastly under the entanglement of the green arms, black blood oozing from the corners of his mouth as if he could no longer bear the torment.
Yet, his demeanor remained unyieldingly firm, without a trace of faltering.
