The iron box, unable to bear the burden, finally burst asunder. Shards flew through the air, sparkling under the light of the candles in the Floating Tower. Inside the iron box lay precious metals compressed to their limits.
Li Ang spread open his hands, releasing the constraints on Mo Si. The pitch-black threads immediately extended and relaxed, spinning a web as they precisely latched onto every piece of metal in the air, rapidly devouring them.
Absorb... Evolve.
Mo Si's surface grew increasingly radiant with a dark golden color. Each thread's diameter reduced, and its length increased until they were so light that they could flutter in the air, lifted by the breeze caused by the candle flames, as if they were feathers.
This hairy appearance... Could it be the omen of Yuan Tianshi's troubled old age...
The thought flashed through his mind. In the next instant, Mo Si suddenly contracted, wrapping itself entirely to form a giant cocoon.
