Those aren't ordinary materials but are exceptionally flexible props. A lot of strands hang down; if you don't intercept them with a defensive barrier in time, it's easy to get entangled. Although Xu Huo used defensive instruments immediately, he and Qi Cong were still stuck in the hair. The defensive barrier turned into a box trapping them inside.
The hair didn't just trap them; it dragged them deeper into the game tent.
"Let's break out!" Qi Cong said, "There can't be anything good inside the tent!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the two were forcefully tossed into the air, caught again mid-air, and then spun around like a gyro. Cheers erupted around them.
After the hair gradually let go, they had switched from the tent entrance to a rather large performance arena—from the outside, the game tent didn't seem big, but this performance area was several times the size of the tent. It was obvious they had entered a venue prop.
