Han Li was incapable of drawing on any of the magic power in his body, feeling as if it were frozen. It was clear that those ghost threads had restricted his true essence.

Han Li was overwhelmed with shock for a moment. He hastily turned his gaze to examine the black threads. The black threads densely coiling around his body were glossy and emitted a faint Yin Qi. Its baneful nature was clear at a glance.

Han Li’s face unconsciously twitched. It wasn’t that he didn’t suspect that it had been tampered with, but that after careful examination, he had been unable to find anything strange.

As he didn’t carry any pure gold magic tools on hand, he had no choice to be use that item. After he used the item to capture the spirit ginseng’s avatar, his suspicions about the item had been thrown to the back on his mind for the time being. It was beyond his imagination that just as they turned hostile...