Wan Gaoxiong finished speaking and began to twist his body, but the next second, his complexion changed. He looked toward Song Muyuan with a face full of terror, quickly followed by contortions.
"What... what have you done to me?"
Wan Gaoxiong tried to move his limbs, but after exerting himself for a long time, he couldn't feel his hands lifting. In his own field of view, his hands lay quietly on the ground, immobile.
Not only his hands but even his feet had lost sensation. Blood flowed from a point above his wrists, and he didn't know what had happened; he only knew that his limbs were constantly being commanded.
Was this paralysis?
He suspected it was so, but his body clearly felt that he wasn't paralyzed; it just couldn't lift his hands.
"Damn!"