Chapitre 1197: The Totem Armor's True Face

However, half a second ago, the Origin Warrior had turned into a stiff statue.

No matter how hard its fangs and iron pincers shook, it could not advance even a hair's distance, because there were two chains as thick as a baby's arm.

At some point in time, they had wrapped around it and locked its arms without anyone knowing.

The two chains were stretched straight from the shoulders of the Origin Warrior all the way to the depths of the forest.

The three elites of the white bone battalion could not clearly see the appearance of the person who held the chains.

However, a scene subconsciously appeared in their minds -- the two chains seemed to be wrapped around an indomitable iron tower, and the iron tower was rooted to the depths of hundreds of arms underground.