C225 I Am Not Targeting You

"Whoosh..."

But just then, a sharp metallic scraping sound pierced the air.

Next, they saw the Black Chain effortlessly pinched between two of Elmer's fingers.

No matter how the Black Chain thrashed and flailed, it couldn't escape.

Elmer's fingers clamped down like a pair of iron tongs, unyielding in their grip.

The man in the black robe shook violently