Chapter 163 - Chapter 163: Chapter 142: Tier Eight-Space Grasp Skill_3 (1/2)

Chapter 163: Chapter 142: Tier Eight-Space Grasp Skill_3

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He stood powerless as he watched the consolidation process conclude successfully.

These arms were enormous, each one stretching several meters, covered with twinkling spiritual runes. Just by observing, one could sense they held intense energy, capable of tearing the air and destroying anything obstructing their path.

Upon the completion of the arms composed of spell, Xu Mu’s eyes flared open, his fingers pointing forward. The three virtual spell arms, as if they had a life of their own, extended in the direction he pointed.

With focused gaze, Xu Mu controlled these illusionary spell arms, skillfully penetrating the backbone of the ground-cracking whale. The formations meant to seal energy appeared nonexistent before the spell arms.

Xu Mu casually yanked out one cluster of essence after another from within.

Xu Mu didn’t get greedy, and when he felt he had enough, he stopped. He put all the extracted essence into a bottle, planning to refine them at another chance.

“Boy, your talent qualifies you to be my Daoist companion! As long as you swear to set me free, I too can swear not to harm you!”

Recognising that his plan had failed, Lu Jingkong immediately switched tactics.

“Sorry! Your talent is not worthy to be my Daoist companion!”

“Bastard! One day, I’ll skin you alive!”

Amidst Lu Jingkong’s furious roar, Xu Mu left the small space.

“Huh? There are indeed those unafraid of death!”

Just as Xu Mu emerged from the small space, a plethora of mysterious runes materialized around him. Before he could react, they consolidated into chains of runes, instantly fastening him securely.

The power of the rune chains was astounding, beyond the struggling ability of someone at his Foundation Establishment Stage.

Looking at the dense chain around his body, Xu Mu remained indifferent without struggling, speaking casually, “I thought I’d told you not to bother me.”

“Boy, you still dare to talk tough at the brink of death!”

Figures sprang up from all around, twelve in all. Each person wielded a chain of rune.