Above the Cloud Marsh Martial Arts Arena, a single thread suddenly hung down.
It was a thread so fine it was almost invisible.
Falling from an extremely high place.
Silent and soundless.
No thunder, no rosy glow, no overwhelming pressure.
Just a single thread.
The heaven-reaching Hook.
The Red Robe Guest's pupils suddenly contracted.
He wanted to transform and escape with blood.
But the moment that single thread descended, the entire space of the Cloud Marsh Martial Arts Arena seemed pinned in place. The Blood Shadow Escape Technique had just activated when an indescribable force brutally suppressed it back into the body.
Taoist Artifact!
For the first time, the Red Robe Guest felt a strong sense of crisis at heart.
The lower end of that thread was attached to a fishing hook.
