C178 Robbing of Magic Tools

The instant she dove for cover, the silver thread illuminated by the Night Pearl snaked around the table's legs and cinched tight. The solid wood legs, which should have been sturdy, were indented as easily as if they were made of cardboard by the tightening thread.

Mu Yunhua glanced back. The thread had sliced through the dense wood effortlessly. Had she not been vigilant