Holy Son Li Huo
Translator: Thyaeria
Hordes of people charged the side chamber.
Long Tianming and Long Liu were among them.
Everyone charged towards the treasure chests.
Then suddenly, someone activated that trap within the room. With a *bang*, the inscription pattern arrays exploded and vaporized a dozen experts.
*Woosh!* *Woosh!* *Woosh!*
Numerous chains, woven from inscription patterns, snaked towards the experts.
In the next instant, the trap caught another dozen people.
“Young Master, be careful!” Long Liu anxiously warned as he stood in front of Long Tianming to shield him. He’d already been caught by the inscription pattern chains and was struggling to fly away.
Long Tianming scowled at the sight, then quickly backed off. He didn’t know what those inscription pattern chains were; therefore, he didn’t dare to carelessly touch them. He stayed in place as he watched them pull Long Liu away.
Long Liu was just an underling, after all. Furthermore, he would revive.