He covered his entire body with colorless spiritual energy, and unless one looked closely, one could only sense the various spiritual energies scattered in the air.
The spiritual energy lacked a distinct direction and obvious convergence. Han Qianfan was naturally unaware that someone was hiding.
Jin Yaojian slashed through the Demon-Binding Rope and took out eight strands of rope.
Jiang Qingwan gripped the eight rope strands tightly in her hands, searching for direction, her eyes filled with panic.
"Hey, are you even capable?" Jin Yaojian complained to the hesitant Jiang Qingwan in his mind.
"Almost there, almost there." Jiang Qingwan's fingers bent flexibly as she repeatedly calculated and pinched, her fingers moving so fast they were almost steaming.
God knows, she hasn't even learned much about formations yet!
They were constantly learning spiritual magic and swordsmanship, emphasizing brute force and overwhelming strength.
Qimen Dunjia is no different from advanced physics and mathematics; it's all about arithmetic, and I didn't even look at it closely.
Fortunately, I wasn't completely clueless; at least I wasn't entirely at a loss and still knew the eight directions of the Bagua.
Give it some time, do the math, and we can confirm it.
Jiang Qingwan hurried to catch up with the pace of time and finally managed to set up the demon-binding rope without any major incidents.
However, a huge stone still weighed on her heart, making it hard to breathe.
She had no idea whether the Demon-Binding Rope would be a benefit to the extraterrestrial demons, like the Bewitching Incense.
Everything is unknown.
Fortunately, the outcome was good; the Demon-Binding Rope bound Han Qianfan, forcing him to sever one of his arms.
Although it is unclear why the Demon-Binding Rope did not continue its attack, it instead relentlessly strangled the severed arm.
Jiang Qingwan felt somewhat regretful.
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