The unconscious young man showed a painful look and struggled weakly.

The carpenter turned his hands over, and the scarlet blood array wrapped the boy tightly like a net. As the carpenter continued to chant the incantation, the net-like blood array continued to shrink and shrink, pressing the essence of the wind tightly into the young man's body.

The carpenter frowned and continued to recite the incantation. The blood array was still shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, squeezing the young man's thin body.

The boy's face was full of pain, constantly struggling, writhing, and his throat was constantly making unconscious, "grunting" hissing sounds of pain.

If there were others, it would have been obvious that the boy was about to be squeezed to death by this strong pressure.

It's a pity that the camp is in the tent

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