When Mo Fan lowered his head, the thing was already attached to his body!
It was as if the thing had grown out of his legs. White Leopard was basically drawing on his body!
His legs felt extremely heavy. Mo Fan felt like his bones were about to break from the weight.
He now knew what an Ice Scribe was using as a drawing board.
Everything he saw was a drawing board. As the brush drew in the air, the Ice Magic appeared in the air. White Leopard locked onto Mo Fan's body and drew the ice cuffs on his legs. Soon, Mo Fan's body would be sealed by the heavy seal.
"Drawing of Death, Ten Thousand Chains!"
White Leopard held the quill in its hand upside down. It did not use the tip of the quill to sketch. Instead, it used the end of the quill to roll a circle of white ink. Then, like a madman, it swung the quill wildly at the paper in front of it to vent!
As he swung the brush, long chains immediately appeared. Each chain was the size of an adult's palm. They appeared in all directions around Mo Fan. Some even came out of the cracks on the sturdy ridges.
More chains were attached to Mo Fan's body. The weight alone was enough to crush Mo Fan into pieces.
White Leopard began to move the brush. The ice chains twisted together with clanking noises. From afar, it looked like countless mechanical ice pythons were gathering around Mo Fan!
Mo Fan's legs were fixed in place by the ice chains, but his body was attached to the chains. They were trying to break Mo Fan's waist in half!
Mo Fan turned pale with fright.
There was no need to hit him, nor was there any way to defend himself. The chains were placed on Mo Fan out of thin air. Mo Fan did not even know how to break the chains.
However, the chains were already moving. They twisted from one end to the other, trying to break his body apart!
He could not break the chains in time, nor could he break free.
Even though Mofan knew that the other party was an ice writer who used paintings to cast spells, he felt that he was just a tiny figure on the other party's drawing board. He could torture him however he wanted. He was just imagining things, but the power exerted on him was real!
Mofan was in danger, and Sharjah couldn't help but speak up.
"Sharjah! Don't forget, every word you say to him is like cutting open another wound on our leader's body! "White Leopard realized that Sharjah might betray her teammate and stopped her in time.
Ice Tiger was standing beside Sharjah at some point in time. He laughed dryly in case Sharjah, who always did things her own way, did not do anything bad.
"Big Brother, you're so direct," Ice Tiger said proudly.
Sharjah fell silent. She stared at Mo Fan, who was being strangled to death.
"Earth Vein Ridge, your blood can summon the ancient power of the Andes Mountains. What an amazing ability. Lightning Destruction, Fire Heavenly Seed, Shadow Transcendence, Rock Vein Dominator, Space Chaos … You've really opened my eyes to such terrifying power at such a young age."
"But, so what?"
"No matter how strong your power is, it's just a piece of paper covered in colors in front of me. Everything will return to normal after I wipe it with white ink. I'm going to write whatever I want on it, including how you're going to die!" White Leopard mocked Mofan.
He would die if he couldn't break free from the chains.
White Leopard was like a high and mighty judge, reading out Mofan's crimes and telling him how stupid he was!
…
"Clang clang clang!"
Mo Fan's ears were filled with the screeching of the chains. It felt like he had fallen into a nest of ice serpents. No matter where he looked, all he could see were the bodies of ice and iron that were tangled up in a frenzy.
They were moving toward him at the same time, shrinking the area he could move around in.
His body began to tighten. Mofan felt like he was being tightly bound. He began to feel like he was about to die.
"What's going on?"
It felt like he was having a hard time breathing in a nightmare. He had forgotten his instinct to run away in the dream, and had lost his rationality toward his surroundings. He simply allowed the unreasonable and impossible nightmares to approach him, torture him, and scare him until he suddenly woke up.
He had handcuffed someone's legs, and drawn a solemn death sentence with ice and iron chains. Was what he was seeing really White Leopard's magical power?
Or could it be that the Death Lock and Ice Lead Shackles were not purely Ice Magic?
Mofan had considered if White Leopard's ability was just an illusion. However, when he felt his legs getting heavier and his bones breaking, Mofan dismissed the thought.
The snow was real. The shackles and chains were real, too …
However, the feeling of death and his body being twisted in half was most likely something his opponent had inflicted on him.
A painting was able to make him feel like he was in a world of ice and snow, but that was only because it was too realistic and vivid. When a person was immersed in the world of the painting, they would recall similar scenes that they had experienced in the past. As a result, the torture and pain in their heart would follow!
"Humph, a Psychic Spell!"
Mofan raised his head. His eyes, which had finally come to a realization before his death, began to glow passionately!
The Psychic Spell!
His opponent had mixed the Psychic Spell into his Ice Magic!
They were trying to suppress him mentally and bury him in ice and snow. Once he was trapped in the terrifying ice torture, he would still die!
"Little Flame Belle!"
Mofan began to lose interest in his surroundings when he realized his opponent had placed the Psychic Shackles on him.
In a nightmare, a person would forget to think and play the role of the person being chased and threatened. However, once they realized it was impossible and calmed down, many things would collapse on their own!
Mo Fan had completely forgotten to resist, to forget to think. He had completely sunk into the Execution Ground that his opponent had drawn for him!
Now, he had finally begun to resist and fight back!
His own flames weren't strong enough to break through this nightmare of ice and iron.
He needed Little Flame Belle's Calamity Fire to melt the shackles on him with the hottest flames.
"Huhuhuhu ~" Little Flame Belle came into the contract.
Little Flame Belle came out of the Contract Space. She did not fully reveal herself, but turned into a fiery battle robe and draped over Mo Fan's shoulders.
Mo Fan's body was set aflame, burning from his head to his legs. Even his dark brown eyes were flickering with flames, blazing red!
Mofan did not feel cold before. As a matter of fact, he did not feel any heat, either.
His opponent had erased his senses and used the Ice Magic as an execution ground. They were forcing Mofan to execute himself with the power of the Psychic Spell.
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