Capítulo 608: Words to Say

In front of Ye Qingxuan, Lancelot's armor had already been burned red. It exuded a furnace-like heat, and was as grotesque as a demon. But the demon was bound in the huge net.

Innumerable dim and slender perception threads were wrapped around him. Like spider silk, they entwined and shrouded him. Every perception thread was so fragile that it would disintegrate at the slightest touch, but at the moment, thousands of perception threads of moonlight extended from all directions, and wrapped themselves around Lancelot's armor.

Every joint, every inch of armor, everywhere...

Even though the Lance of the Dragon Slayer could cut through music theory, but when faced with such a large number, it was still extremely difficult for the lance to break free in a short span of time.

Before he realized, Lancelot had been deeply trapped.