Hearing the sound from behind, Xiahou Que's face changed, turning back in horror and saying incredulously, "Impossible, how can you still talk."
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were overjoyed and desperately tried to break free from Xiahou Que, rushing towards the white cocoon.
However, Xiahou Que was only momentarily stunned before regaining his composure because he saw that the white cocoon remained perfectly intact on the ground, without any changes.
Even though Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were struggling to leave, Xiahou Que tightened his grip and firmly grasped their wrists.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting let out cries of pain as their wrists hurt.
Xiahou Que laughed maniacally, "Hahaha, Wang Yan, turns out you were just bluffing. My white silk is incredibly tough and sticky, even though you can talk now, the more you move, the tighter it will get, slowly binding your mouth. Then, let's see how you talk."
