Xiao Yi's hand moved uncontrollably.
"What's going on?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, secretly astonished.
"Huh? It's spider silk."
With a cold gaze, Xiao Yi suddenly saw several fine white threads, almost invisible to the naked eye, winding around his arm.
"When did this happen?"
Xiao Yi felt secretly horrified.
When did Poison Robe manage to entwine the spider silk around his arm?
"It was then..." Almost instantly, Xiao Yi realized.
It was precisely the moment his gaze shifted from Poison Robe, when he scattered layers of poisonous mist in the sky with the Purple Flame Wandering Dragon, allowing the group from Heavenly Hidden Academy to leave.
"Damn it, such strength." Xiao Yi clenched his fist, trying to resist.
His entire arm trembled violently.
Yet, in the end, his arm still uncontrollably moved closer to his eyes, reaching for the mask.
Pa...
Xiao Yi's other hand suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Hmm?" Poison Robe squinted his eyes from a dozen steps away.
