Before the delicious roast goose, bundles of shadows sprang from the ground.
They resembled tendrils, yet also like iron trees with thorns— they bent down in the blink of an eye, striking towards the delicious roast goose from a blind spot.
But they simply couldn't hit the delicious roast goose.
With the aid of Decree's spell by Longjing Tea, the body of the delicious roast goose was like a ghost, almost losing its human shape.
His waist and shoulders exaggeratedly bent, his feet danced wildly as if performing a ritualistic dance to the gods. Squatting, running, sudden stops, jumping... If dressed in a long white robe, he might well perform a modern dance expressing a frenzy.
Under nearly complete bombardment, the delicious roast goose remained unscathed.
His body just slightly, in a very unnatural movement, twirled a few steps, dodging the increasingly numerous shadow tendrils like a windstorm.
