"Ji Liao, my ass!"
Skeleton Wanyan wanted to rush towards the man in the bamboo hat, but he had forgotten that at this moment, his physical body found it increasingly difficult even to walk.
He had barely lifted his leg when he realized he couldn't even touch the ground, and was doomed to forever maintain the action of lifting his leg. No matter how small his movement, once entangled by the Dharma Image, he would always be stuck in this journey, trapped on the long road, unable to make progress.
"If you dare, withdraw this path!" Skeleton Wanyan gritted his teeth.
"I can do that."
What surprised Skeleton Wanyan was that the man in the bamboo hat actually agreed.
With a wave of his hand, Skeleton Wanyan's foot finally touched the ground. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, he dashed towards the man in the bamboo hat and swung his fist, which was wrapped in threads like a boxing belt, and slammed it towards his face with ferocity.