Mo Ling wanted to lock onto the sponge fragments besieging the balloon, but they had already accelerated to their limit, becoming a series of afterimages that circled and weaved around it.
After several attempts, Mo Ling could only teleport a few of the sponge fragments on the periphery. Slaughter didn't seem to care about the loss of its fragments; in fact, they just kept multiplying, swarming like bees until they completely enveloped the balloon.
Now, Mo Ling no longer dared to teleport, afraid he might accidentally harm the balloon.
'Looks like this is my only option.'
Mo Ling looked at the Purple string bracelet on his wrist.
'I didn't think I'd have to use it so soon.'
He carefully pulled the knot of the string loose, and the entire bracelet instantly came undone.
The Purple gauze net slowly spread out along his arm, gently caressing it.
