Zuo Yuan fell to the ground, covered in black mud.
Gu Qing strode over.
She stepped on Zuo Yuan's still-flailing arm, then held her palm out over Zuo Yuan and sprayed a massive amount of silk downward.
This silk, which had just been a thin layer capable of covering fifty people, now became a torrent of red silk as it was all sprayed at Zuo Yuan alone.
Soon, Zuo Yuan was a blood-red cocoon, stuck fast to the ground.
Her entire body was immobilized, with only her head exposed.
No matter how desperately she struggled, her limbs would just snap back, eventually becoming completely stuck together.
She couldn't break free with her own power.
Zuo Yuan was scared witless.
"Stop! Stop spraying! Let me go!"
Gu Qing stopped spraying.
"Don't worry. I just said I can't let you die too quickly. I'm going to rip your mouth open and see what kind of filth is inside that makes you spout so much bullshit."
Gu Qing actually reached out and started to tear at her mouth.
