A flash of panic flickered in Li Yao's eyes, while the Lion Scorpion's eyes were full of mockery. He had always looked down on Li Yao, and now that Li Yao was flustered and indecisive, he seemed both useless and unimpressive.
The arrows in his hand weakly missed their target, landing on the ground in front of him, and even though such feeble arrows couldn't hurt him, they were just too ineffective.
In a moment's change of mind, the Lion Scorpion unexpectedly saw the same mockery in Li Yao's eyes as his own.
"Useless creature, let me..."
Before the Lion Scorpion could finish speaking, he felt a force so overwhelmingly powerful that it was irresistibly pulling his body downwards.
Rumble...
The Saint of the Lion Scorpion, who once was incredibly nimble, fell embarrassingly like a dead dog at Li Yao's feet. The Lion Scorpion struggled madly, but under the strong force pulling him down, he found himself unable to break free for a moment.
