Indeed, it was captured.
Even though the countless tentacles didn't hit, there was no longer any point in withdrawing once locked on.
Just as Fu Qian withdrew the tentacles back into his body, a figure slowly emerged almost exactly at the attack's previous range.
Not only wasn't it akin to the Dragon King's magical form, but it even resembled a human more than himself.
Blond hair, no beard, the visible parts of the face showed no signs of aging.
A white robe so splendid it was almost dazzling, apart from a hand holding a golden short staff, the rest of the body was tightly covered.
The white robe seemed to have the effect of isolating all prying eyes, making it impossible even for Fu Qian at this moment to confirm whether the other hand held a gun or something similar.
But this wasn't the most distinctive feature; covering the eyes on the undoubtedly human face was a delicately embroidered golden band.
