At that moment, he heard a clanking sound of a chain.
It felt faint and mechanical. Like metal scraping against metal.
Swish
A hook, crimson in color, shot down from above. It moved fast.
Faster than most weapons could.
As Riven quickly sidestepped, the hook surprisingly moved a bit on its own, twisting at a tricky angle.
It curved sharply, and at the right moment, it wrapped itself around his right arm. It was like a metal snake.
The hook seemed to want to pierce through his right shoulder, but would he let it?
His left hand turned into a golden claw and caught the hook before it touched the skin.
A quick but precise action.
SSSSSssss…
The moment his Yang energy touched the Crimson hook, the energy started sizzling and boiling.
Soon after, wisps of red smoke began to drift out.
'Poison, ' Riven realized.
The hook was laced with some kind of heavy and deadly toxin.
His Yang energy is purity. Burning through all that is impure.
