Ignoring the first scroll that had fallen from the air and churned into a swirling swamp, Flamel continued to tighten the noose around Pei Yan with one hand while quickly reciting a long and obscure incantation, patting a new magic scroll floating beside him with his other hand.
As the red velvet rope binding Pei Yan grew tighter and tighter, his breathing became increasingly difficult. During this time, he tried various methods to break free, enlarging himself, cutting, laser sweeping, blazing flames, but as he enlarged, the rope expanded with him, squeezing into every gap more fiercely, while other external attacks failed to inflict any substantial damage.
Just as the rope around Pei Yan's neck was about to choke him to the point of suffocation, he suddenly stopped struggling, as if resigned to his fate, instantly deactivating his mechanical state. Seeing this, Flamel's brow furrowed slightly, then he realized what Pei Yan intended to do and exclaimed, "Turn lines into a web!"
