Chapter 437: Saint Rank

The little hedgehog's speed was very fast. It rushed to the entrance of the valley like a speeding sports car. However, as it ran, more and more things pulled on the little hedgehog.

The feeling of being pulled became stronger and stronger. It became more and more terrifying. It became tighter and tighter like a spring.

When the little hedgehog reached the entrance of the valley, it could no longer move. No matter how hard it tried to rush out, it could not move at all.

It could only lean forward and stay where it was, trying its best not to be pulled back.

The little hedgehog also sensed the trouble. It felt that something was grabbing onto the spikes on its back. Almost every spike had something grabbing onto it.

Even its feet were being grabbed and pulled back crazily.

At some point in time, the fog had begun to permeate the valley. Apart from blocking its sight, it also blocked all its detection abilities.