C317 Hypersonic Speed

"Bind!"

Under his full strength, Gong Benchuanmu bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the air, the air net that was binding the formation instantly increased in size. In the blink of an eye, it had once again bound the flying sword within. The restriction this time was clearly stronger. The flying sword could only shake slightly after being trapped.

"Sword