"Li Jing!"
"Do not leave!"
Wu Wenhua, panting heavily, still did not forget to scold Li Jing.
Li Jing, however, was secretly delighted, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down, just like walking a dog.
Soon, the towering figure of Wu Wenhua had exhausted his strength and collapsed onto the ground.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Li Jing lightly pointed his finger and murmured:
"Binding Technique!"
As soon as the words fell, a green hue ascended, landing on the ground like a sprite.
Just when everyone was astonished, tender green vines emerged from the ground and grew visibly thicker at a visible rate, tightly clinging to Wu Wenhua's body like ropes.
Wu Wenhua struggled but could not break free.
"People, tie him up quickly!"
Hearing Li Jing's command, the soldiers hurriedly stepped forward to bind him.
"Not good!"
"Li Jing knows sorcery too!"
"All forces, attack! Rescue him!"
Seeing the formidable Wu Wenhua captured, Zhu'erchi was extremely anxious.
