"Boom!"

High above the ground, a loud bang roared.

Ralph levitated in the air, stretched out his palm, and said sharply: "Seal!"

Countless stout chains of shimmering gray light burst out of the void around Bona, winding around Bona's body, one after the other, unavoidable, as if there was no end.

The aura on Bona's body weakened sharply, and the blood-red armor seemed to dim slightly.

"Is it a rare control magician..." Bona said lightly, trapped by countless chains, and didn't seem to care at all.

"Good opportunity!" William's eyes flashed, and he raised the fire sword in his hand to "burn,......

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