Do not mess with the concubine: God of War Lord please accept

Chapter 789
As the takraw ball became denser, Ning Zhao faintly felt that the air in the takraw ball was getting thinner, and it became more and more difficult for him to breathe.

Outside the rattan ball, Yuan Yu was very satisfied with all this, "Does Ning Zhao feel that it is difficult to breathe? Let me tell you, this rattan ball will slowly shrink until all the rattans are bound on your body , so that you can no longer take in a breath, nor can you breathe out, at that time, you will definitely die."

Yuan Yu laughed wildly, she finally subdued and trapped Ning Zhao, and as long as the sepak takraw ball was completely retracted, Ning Zhao would never survive.

Yuan Yu's words resounded all around, almost everyone heard her words, including Feng Su and Qing Yin upstairs.

"What should I do? Do you want to go down and help, didn't Yuan Ting take action just now?"

Seeing Feng Su's face so dark that water dripped out, Qingyin knew that he was worried about Ning Zhao, so she gave him advice.

But Feng Su shook her head, "Don't worry, I faintly feel that the wind element in the beauty is a little unstable. It is not the best time for us to take action now, and it may be self-defeating."

Ning Zhao felt that her breathing became more and more difficult, and the Sun Moon Sword was also bound and unable to move. She couldn't pull out the sword at all.

Yuan Yu is right, the rattan is slowly tightening, and the space in the rattan ball is getting smaller and smaller. If she doesn't find a way as soon as possible, then she will really die today.

Some viewers on the stand outside the rattan ball felt sorry for Ning Zhao, "Third-rank versus fifth-rank is a dead end, not to mention Miss Yuan Wu's ability to manipulate rattan is so superb, we can see the rattan disappear soon, Ning Zhao Zhao appeared in the form of a corpse."

"You talk nonsense, my sister Zhao is not like this, you people just don't like her, sister Zhao Jiren Tianxiang will be fine."

Ye Qin was so anxious that she was about to cry. Seeing Ning Zhao being tightly wrapped by the rattan ball, the family of three were at a loss for what to do.

"Xiaobai Xiaobai, are you there?" Inside the sepak takraw ball, Ning Zhao consciously called Xiaobai in the space ring.

"Xiao Zhaoer, I'm here, but staying in the space ring is very uncomfortable, and I'm a little short of breath right now."

Hearing the discomfort in Xiaobai's voice, Ning Zhao's heart sank. Did the thin air in the vine also affect the space ring?
"Xiaobai, come out and don't stay in the ring anymore."

Following Ning Zhao's order, Xiaobai jumped out instantly and opened the interspatial ring, but his eyes widened when he saw the takraw ball outside, "Xiao Zhaoer, what's going on?"

Immediately afterwards, it didn't reply with Ning Zhao, and it found out that something was wrong.

"Yuanyu is a bitch, she really has no good intentions, Xiao Zhaoer, don't worry about me."

As he said that, Xiaobai set a fire on the nearest cane, but because the rattan ball was too closed and there was not enough oxygen, Xiaobai's fire quickly went out again.

Seeing that one person and one fox were about to fall into desperation, Ning Zhao suddenly thought, "Xiaobai, you attack wood with fire, and I will help you with the wind, and we will help each other hand in hand."

Fire burns wood, wind fuels fire.

Ning Zhao's idea got Xiaobai's strong approval, "Yes, that's right, that's how it is, Xiao Zhaoer, I'll light the fire again at the place just now, and you will make the fire burn even bigger."

"it is good!"

With the help of Ning Zhao, Xiaobai's fire quickly ignited in the sepak takraw ball, first in one place, then everywhere in the sepak takraw ball, and soon the whole sepak takraw ball was ignited.

"Xiao Zhaoer, if you feel uncomfortable, sit down and run the water spirit power around you."

Listening to Xiaobai's words, Ning Zhao sat cross-legged, concentrating on mobilizing the purest water spirit power in his body.

In the double sky of ice and fire, bursts of green air rose above Ning Zhao's head, and the green air pierced through the sepak takraw ball to display a monstrous fire, which was displayed above the high platform.

(End of this chapter)