As a high-level epic item, the effect after activating the [Ti Stop Treasure Pearl] is very powerful.
Within the ti stop range, both kinetic and potential energies will be completely paused.
Even the space is the sa, all the rules are in a frozen state.
Accordingly, the magic elents no longer flow.
"Phew..."
"Damn, that’s thrilling!"
"Compared to riding a griffin in freefall, a drop tower is nothing."
Zong Shen’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
Then he didn’t waste any more ti, using both hands and feet to jump off the griffin’s back.
Below was a dense forest, and Wind Ridge·Roar Blood’s underbelly had already touched the treetops.
He nimbly passed through the tree branches and landed heavily on the ground.
His landing created two large pits in the soft ground long covered by the canopy.
After stabilizing himself slightly, Zong Shen took out a strangely shaped item.
At first glance, it looked like a large foot-operated crossbow, but it didn’t launch crossbow arrows; instead, it launched a silver-white sphere with a pointed tip, about the size of a grapefruit, with a stick-thin rope tied to Zong Shen’s belt. The sphere was quietly lying in the launch slot, waiting to be fired.
There were three silver-white spheres in one launch slot.
In addition, there were so peculiar chanical structures at the rear of the string chanism, capable of continuous firing.
This was the [Magic Energy Net Shooter] he had acquired through points exchange, and the sphere was the complentary throw net, able to temporarily bind overlord-level creatures.
Zong Shen didn’t have ti to study it further. He picked up the net throwing device and aid at the sky through the gaps in the treetops.
In the ti stop state, anything that passed through his hands could be moved.
He had already verified this point when rescuing the Raven Saintess Shafuri.
So he didn’t worry about being unable to launch the capture net or whether he could drag it down.
After aiming slightly, he decisively chose to fire.
The ti stop effect waits for no one, and almost 20 seconds had already passed.
If delayed any longer, the difference in ti flow between inside and outside the ti stop area might cause spatial distortion.
"Whoosh!"
The silver-white sphere flew out, hit Wind Ridge·Roar Blood’s head with precision, and instantly spread out, turning into a silver-white capture net that completely enveloped it.
Only part of the wings was not covered, but this net was sowhat similar to a spider web.
Soft, lightweight, and highly fitting—it was enough to cover most of its body.
Zong Shen began to pull hard, dragging the enormous creature to the ground, crushing several big trees in the process. After losing the terrifying kinetic energy of free fall, several ters’ height difference was nothing.
Zong Shen hastily ended the ti stop state, barely finishing before the thirty-second mark.
Due to the forest’s cover, he couldn’t see the boundary of the ti stop area.
If he could have looked down from above, he would have seen the kiloter around him already marked with black lines resembling stretch marks.
These lines were sowhat illusory, swaying and trembling, gradually being smoothed out by space as everything returned to normal.
These were caused by spatial distortion due to differences in ti flow.
Every tremor of those lines was space pressing in.
If ordinary people were affected, they would be divided and dismbered by the space’s pressure.
"Finally resolved..."
After the ti stop ended, everything around returned to normal.
The ground also beca a ss.
This guy’s size was just too enormous.
Even being dragged down, it could still crush an open space with brute force.
All around were toppled trees and broken branches with scattered green leaves.
This fellow was not dead yet, but almost, with over four hundred points of life value remaining.
The once beautiful white scales around its neck were smashed to a pulp by Zong Shen’s iron fist.
Its thick neck was beaten into a several-ters-large concave wound, its flesh turned to mush mixed with many broken scales.
As they say, chaotic fists beat the master; with enough strength added, along with the finger tiger on both fists, one can indeed puml the flesh into a paste.
Such wounds are even more shocking than typical cuts and axe chops.
Additionally, that trident remained impaled in its fore-abdon.
This position was relatively high, close to its neck and upper body, so it didn’t receive secondary damage during the fall.
Now this iron-headed big guy was in a half-conscious state.
Zong Shen looked up at its signal-light-like large eyes, almost out of focus.
"I never expected it to be so hard to ta!"
"Do I really have to waste that [Pet Contract (Purple)]?"
He mumbled to himself, looking at the big guy with so headache.
Just now, Wind Ridge·Roar Blood nearly assud a mutual destruction posture.
During the free fall, Zong Shen could already sense its determination.
This wasn’t just an extrely difficult maneuver but a genuine do-or-die endeavor.
Since it already had the resolve to die, it’s aningless to ta it by intimidation or temptation.
"Sigh, looks like I can’t avoid using what’s necessary!"
"You, why are you so stubborn?"
"Following to eat well, drink well, and reach the pinnacle of life as a griffin, wouldn’t that be delightful?"
Zong Shen sighed lightly, murmuring to himself.
He first nimbly climbed onto the neck wound and was a bit dumbfounded looking at the wound almost the size of two or three bathtubs.
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