Xue An paid no attention to these concerns; his eyes were gleaming as he muttered to himself, "Yes, this length is perfect for making silk threads, which means these ten Demon Dragons can be woven into a Chinese knot! Haha, I'm truly a genius!"
As he spoke, the excitement on Xue An's face was almost overflowing, and he nodded at his ten avatars.
The ten avatars immediately grabbed the ten Demon Dragons and gathered them together, then began their weaving journey, flying up and down.
For a moment, the sky above was filled with the sight of dragon bodies whirling and heartrending wails.
Just as Xue An stated, once they lost their resistance, the bodies of the ten Demon Dragons were long and straight, just like black silk threads.
So, in just a blink, a gigantic Chinese knot appeared in the sky, and then Xue An's avatars dispersed.
The heads of the ten Demon Dragons were each positioned at the corners of the Chinese knot, their dragon eyes filled with endless pain and humiliation.