Seeing this scene, the Pharaoh didn't pause for a moment.
"Kid, come with me."
With a wave of the Pharaoh's right hand, Ning Fan's figure flew uncontrollably alongside him.
"High Priest, save me."
At this moment, Ning Fan could only appeal to the only beacon of hope.
"It's too late. Divine Battle Decree, capture!"
Suddenly, four chains appeared beside the high-speed flying Pharaoh.
"Open for me!"
Up close, Ning Fan finally felt the terror of the Heavenly Gang Realm; just the aftermath of the aura made him vomit blood.
This time, Ning Fan was truly injured.
Unlike earlier when he feigned injury to garner sympathy.
But even the terrifying force of the Heavenly Gang Realm couldn't overpower these tiny chains.
The surface of the chains flashed with golden light, hastening the tightening process.
When the chains completely bound the Pharaoh, Ning Fan's True Qi, suppressed by the Martial Soul aura, was finally able to resume circulation.
