Half an hour later, the alchemical material street halfway up the mountain was a battlefield in full swing.

A giant cross materialized in the sky, covering half a block.

Threads hung down, tightly ensnaring the corpulent Viscount Primo like a pig, the slender threads embedding into his flesh as droplets of blood trickled down, eliciting continuous wails of agony from him.

At this moment, Su'en, clad in a snow-white suit now splattered with crimson blood, appeared particularly ferocious.