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Chapter 1434 - 625: Unleashing the Ultimate Move Close Up_2

Chapter 1434: Chapter 625: Unleashing the Ultimate Move Close Up_2

Mu You was just thinking about this, and in the next second, the game’s situation took an abrupt turn.

Three dragons were dragging White Dragon, flying swiftly along the rooftops, getting closer and closer to the city walls.

But at that moment, an invisible thread stealthily formed at the front of White Dragon’s neck, turning into a solid black line that stretched into the distant city center...

As the three dragons moved, the thread quickly went taut. White Dragon felt a sharp pain at its neck and abruptly broke free from their grasp, pulled backward at great speed by the thread’s force.

"Little White!" The three dragons were shocked, turning back in a panic. Green Dragon, relying on its superior speed, quickly doubled back, its form a blur as it chased after White Dragon.

Seconds later, Green Dragon finally caught up to White Dragon, its four claws gripping White Dragon’s body tightly while its tail whipped around nearby structures, creating a path of destruction. Yet it couldn’t stop the dragging force, and even itself was being pulled along to the distance.

Green Dragon soon noticed the threads entangled around White Dragon’s neck. It frantically slashed at them with its claws, trying to sever the lines, but to no avail. The threads’ toughness was far beyond its expectations.

At the same time, the tip of the thread suddenly began to extend, intertwining into multiple branching strands that spread in all directions, aiming to wrap around Green Dragon as well. It seemed intent on forcibly sewing White Dragon and Green Dragon together...

Just as Green Dragon was about to be ensnared, a black claw reached out from behind, grabbing onto Green Dragon’s back and yanking it backward. Only then did it narrowly avoid being ensnared by the tightening threads...

The excess threads wound tightly around White Dragon, pulling it faster and farther away to the rear.

"Little White!" The freed Green Dragon could only watch helplessly as its companion was dragged swiftly into the distance.

At the same time, not far ahead on a rooftop, the silhouette of a hunched Titan with disheveled hair silently appeared. One hand grasped a bundle of oversized Silver Needles, while the other held a colorful ball of threads.

The threads binding White Dragon retracted quickly, finally landing in the Titan’s grasp.

"Hehehe, the ’bait’ I set up earlier has indeed caught a big fish!" The old man holding the needle and thread hoisted the heavily bound White Dragon in his hand and then glared at the three smaller dragons in the distance, a sinister smirk of triumph on his lips.

At this moment, White Dragon was entangled in the threads. Its white scales and flesh were squeezed and protruding with blood oozing out, making it look, at a glance, like a shrimp bait hooked on a fishing line.

"It’s him, that Seam God!"

Yellow Dragon had also returned to its two companions and, seeing the Titan in the distance, was immediately alarmed.

The other two dragons wore equally grim expressions.

They had encountered this old man once before in a direct confrontation, and they knew how formidable he was.

Now that he had referred to Little White as bait, it meant he had anticipated their return to rescue. Clearly, the threads had been arranged on Little White early on, waiting for their appearance to pull them into his trap.

In short, tonight’s events had been a setup from start to finish!

"Forget about me; run now..." White Dragon spoke weakly.

But as soon as it finished speaking, they heard the old man beside it snort coldly and tighten the threads. White Dragon’s body convulsed with sharper pain, its spirit rapidly draining away.

"Boss Black, what do we do?" Yellow Dragon asked anxiously. Green Dragon also looked towards Black Dragon.

Black Dragon glanced at the distant White Dragon, which was now feebly hanging in the old man’s hand, then looked towards the city center on the horizon. Its eyes flared with determination as it quickly made a decision.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat? We’re not saving Little White?" Yellow Dragon asked, stunned.

"Yes, you two retreat immediately. I’ll cover you!" Black Dragon said firmly, then added, "That’s an order!"

It wasn’t the Seam God in front of them that Black Dragon feared—but something *else*...

If it were just this old man, it might have risked everything for a desperate fight. But this was the heart of the enemy’s base. If they stayed, all four of them might end up buried here...

Green Dragon and Yellow Dragon exchanged a reluctant glance but then quickly turned and fled at high speed into the distance.

Black Dragon followed immediately, deliberately lagging a bit behind the other two, its gaze locked on the rear.

"Covering the rear?"

The Seam God sneered, waving the threads and needles as he charged towards the three dragons.

"Do you think you can just wander in and out of this place? None of you are leaving tonight!"

With a flick of his hand, the Seam God hurled a barrage of Flying Needles. Each needle was connected to a thread, and they flew like butterflies weaving through flowers, swiftly darting through the nighttime city sky towards the fleeing dragons.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The sound of the needles tearing through the air and piercing echoed across the cityscape. These Silver Needles, as sharp as blades, could easily penetrate steel and shatter stones, demolishing obstacles in their way as they homed in on the three dragons. They lunged from all directions, aiming to entangle them.

The three dragons dodged desperately, unleashing bursts of speed to evade. Flying through the dense web of threads, they displayed exceptional aerial maneuvering skills, slapping away needle after needle with their claws.

Despite dozens of thread-bound needles flying about, none managed to trap a single dragon.

However, the relentless evasion inevitably slowed down the three dragons considerably.

Behind them, the Seam God, still carrying White Dragon, gained ground effortlessly. Yet he made no immediate moves to engage. With a mocking grin, he hung back at a short distance, continuing to toy with the three dragons using the threads and needles, as though intent on exhausting them completely...

...

"So that’s the Seam God?"

Mu You watched the series of combat texts unfold in the game.