C335 Dissimilator

"Falcon's Net." At this moment, Di Long directly threw his hand, and a golden radiance floated towards Lin Qian. That was a network, after it appeared it continuously expanded, as if there was no limit to it, trapping Lin Gan within.

"This is also a spirit artifact!" Lin Gan's heart skipped a beat. Right now, this vast space was his greatest advantage. Without it as a barrier