Whoosh~~
Tendrils came from all directions, trapping Sibada in the small room with nowhere to hide. His legs, hands, and neck were entwined by the tendrils, and the more he struggled, the tighter these eerie tendrils squeezed.
Even more terrifying was that the ancient patterns on the surface of the tendrils began to writhe like living creatures, turning into countless tiny suckers that voraciously devoured the Spiritual Energy within him.
He could clearly feel—his power was rapidly draining!
"Uhhh... uhhh!"
Sibada's eyes widened, bloodshot and on the verge of bursting. He wanted to shout for help, but his mouth was gagged by the tendrils, unable to make any sound.
He desperately twisted his body, attempting to ignite the last bit of Spiritual Energy to break free, but the tendrils seemed like a bottomless pit, extracting every ounce of Energy from him completely.
