Han Li's expression darkened slightly at the sight of this abrupt turn of events, but he then quickly composed himself again.

Given how strange those black chains were, it was only to be expected that they wouldn't be removed so easily.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he launched a renewed assault, and an even denser expanse of threads of silver light surged incessantly into his dantian before hurtling toward the black chains.

A string of loud cracks and pops rang out, and the silver threads of light were still instantly shattered upon making contact with the black chains, but the chains themselves were also being constantly weakened.

Meanwhile, the blades formed by Han Li's spiritual sense continued to come crashing down.

In the face of these waves of attacks, the black runes around the chains became dimmer and dimmer.

However, Han Li wasn't all that elated to see this.

The black runes were being whittled away, but at this point, his magic power was also close to running out.

Even though he had made extensive preparations, storing the maximum amount of magic power that he could in his dantian and all of his organs, it seemed that this was still far from enough.

Han Li let loose a low roar as he...