"Tighten up, don't let it escape," shouted the middle-aged man holding a broadsword.
The Qi Refiners surrounding the area with a large net all had their Qi and energy reach their peak, desperately pulling the ropes tightly.
The cultivation of these Qi Refiners was at least at the Divine Separation Stage, and they numbered thirty. If their cultivation were lower, even three hundred wouldn't suffice.
The Iron Armor Fiery Centipede struggled desperately, its massive size representing terrifying strength.
Even though these people had considerable cultivation, they were pulled staggering, nearly losing control.
"Senior You, act quickly," shouted the middle-aged man with a broadsword. Seeing the situation, over time, his men were afraid they wouldn't be able to control this Iron Armor Fiery Centipede.
"Crash!"
At this moment, an unexpected change occurred. The armored shell of the Iron Armor Fiery Centipede suddenly moved, instantly forming a pair of steel-like wings.
