The word 'capture' aptly describes the scene before them.
The sky gradually brightened.
Three figures could be seen battling against Ling Qiaoqiao.
These three were wearing black robes and ghost face masks, making it impossible to see their faces.
They held thick iron chains, thicker than Mo Lin's calf.
These people were whipping the chains in the air, and the fierce sound of chains swooshing could be heard.
The three of them worked together, encircling Ling Qiaoqiao.
No matter how Ling Qiaoqiao struggled, she couldn't break free.
Mo Lin only glanced briefly, not planning to intervene.
After all, Ling Qiaoqiao was very strong, as she was an Immortal Cultivator.
The three before them seemed ordinary, merely Daoist Cultivators, so Mo Lin wasn't worried.
"What did you do? Why are they capturing you?" Mo Lin questioned Ling Qiaoqiao with curiosity.
"Help me," Ling Qiaoqiao shouted at Mo Lin.
Her expression was filled with urgency, lacking any sense of composure.
