Separation

Xie Long's pupils reflected the delicate hand that was coming toward him. However, he did not have the time to appreciate it. His eyes widened, and dense blood vessels climbed around his pupils.

Under the tremendous gravity, even he, who was a late-stage Saint, could not help but feel that it was difficult for him to move an inch. In addition to Little Nine's decisive attack, it was almost a sure-death situation.

"Nine Yang Chain!" Seeing that Little Nine's attack was about to arrive, Xie Long growled in a low voice.

As his voice fell, a golden light flew out from the storage bag at his waist. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a golden necklace. The surface of the necklace had faintly discernible patterns wandering about, and a mysterious fluctuation was emitted.