It was as if he was stepping on a piece of the softest and thickest silk cloth, and if he stepped a little harder he would immediately sink into it.
This strange and creepy tactile experience made Blore involuntarily recall the scene he had experienced in that gloomy and terrifying room before - at that time, both the walls and the ground had undergone incredible changes without any warning, and it was also such a strange and unsettling touch.
Suddenly, Blore's body trembled violently, because he clearly felt a strange and fiery feeling inexplicably surging from the wound that had just been inexplicably cut by the tassel.
This burning sensation was completely different from the raging flames outside. Instead, it was more like a scorching heat wave originating from deep within the wound, continuously gushing out from inside the body and quickly spreading to every corner of the body.
Blore couldn't help but frown slightly, a trace of doubt flashing through his mind: "What on earth is going on? Why did my wound suddenly show such strange phenomena?"
However, this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment, because immediately afterwards, all his attention was quickly diverted.
At this moment, purple electric light was instantly ignited beside him, as if it was summoned from the void, and instantly transformed into the shape of a six-petal flower.
The petals of this flower are of extremely strange shape, and each petal seems to be carefully woven from thousands of thin, silky purple arcs.
These arcs intertwine and entwine with each other, forming a beautiful and amazing pattern.
It flashes with a deep and mysterious light, like a little light in the dark abyss, making people want to find out.
The edges of the petals tremble gently, as if dancing to an elusive and mysterious rhythm. That subtle tremor seems to whisper some unknown secret, full of endless temptation and attraction.
The surface of the petals is covered with a thin layer of fluorescence, just like the brightest and most dazzling stars in the night sky.
The cold and charming light is like the silver light cast by the cold moon, giving people a cool and noble feeling.
They rotate slowly in the air with graceful and light postures, as if they are playing an exciting prelude to an impending huge storm.
The graceful movements, combined with the mysterious light, created a tense and exciting atmosphere.
At this moment, Broll's mental power suddenly lost control, like a surging tide, gushing out in an instant with the force of a tidal wave, and poured unhindered into the blooming purple six-petal flower beside him.
This spiritual force is so powerful that it is beyond imagination, as if it has its own independent consciousness and will.
It flows freely on the petals, leaving a pale white lace wherever it passes, embellishing the already colorful petals like exquisite embroidery.
This layer of lace seems to be condensed from the purest light, emitting a soft and holy glow, forming a sharp contrast with the purple petals.
At the same time, the chains on Broll's body seemed to be awakened, and a burst of light golden runes surged.
These runes were like ancient spells, flashing with mysterious light. They instantly surged around the giant straw monster, instantly growing larger, faintly taking on the feeling of a cage, tightly surrounding the giant straw monster.
Blore did not make any extra movements, he just raised his head slightly, but his spiritual source was already surging at this moment.
In his sea of consciousness, behind the thick clouds, huge purple lightning was rolling violently, as if it would explode at any time.
The Ten-Direction Coffin, which was firmly held down by chains, was gently pushed open a crack at some point, and an unclear black mist appeared and disappeared, as if telling of some unknown danger.
Under the cover of the golden rune, the scarecrow seemed to be suddenly stimulated, and its body began to tremble violently, as if struggling angrily.
Its ears of wheat underwent an amazing change at this moment. The originally "soft" straw turned into extremely sharp steel needles, each of which flashed with cold light, like a blade of death.
These sharp ears of wheat were like extremely sharp arrows, carrying with them a fierce momentum, and they slammed heavily on the solid cage woven with golden runes with an overwhelming force!
In an instant, Blore heard a deafening and violent collision that resounded through the sky, like thunder suddenly appearing in the sky, or like thousands of horses galloping past.
He felt a little uneasy, as he wasn't sure how long the Golden Prison Cage he had been practicing for so long could last.
The sound was like the collision between metals, clear, loud and extremely harsh, with such strong penetrating power that it seemed to be able to tear the entire space apart easily.
With every thrilling collision, the surrounding air was stirred up like turbulent waves, forming circles of visible ripples that spread out in all directions, as if the whole world was trembling and crumbling under the violent impact of this powerful force.
Look at the scarecrow again. Although it looks extremely bulky, its movements are as fast as lightning and swift as a whirlwind, and the speed at which its arms swing is simply dazzling.
At this moment, its two arms were like huge waves stirred up by a strong wind, waving wildly, one wave higher than the other. Every swing contained endless power and burning anger.
At the same time, its body was constantly twisting and deforming with this violent movement, like a mad dragon trying hard to break free from its shackles, trying to break through the golden fence in front of it.
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