Su He stepped forward, reaching out his hand, and the red rope from the ground flew into his grip, feeling immensely heavy.
Although the red rope was physical, it was not an actual object. Instead, it was formed by the aggregation of Divine Skills, Magic skills, and Laws. Su He sensed the nascent form of "North Underworld" within it.
Without time to examine it closely, as the red rope coiled up, it pulled back the escaping Tan Taifeng like tying up a crab, binding her tightly and hanging her from the beam in an instant.
Su He guaranteed that the bound posture was absolutely the same as what he had seen before!
With his Boundary Status, he could never mistake what he had seen.
He could even accurately rearrange the direction of every hair if needed.
After finishing all these, Su He turned around and saw Tan Taifeng on the wooden couch, her face flushed with shame and anger; her body trembling slightly as if she had just undergone some agitation, only now slowly recovering.
