C178 You Are Going to Die

"Get out of my way!"

Qiao Gao fought desperately, but it was as if he were sinking into a marsh—the harder he struggled, the more tightly the flower silk entwined him, its terrifying force making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe.

With a hiss, the Yellow Spring Fire at Qiao Gao's fingertips scorched a swath of the flower silk, but to no avail