Golden light surged from all over Dustin , like a blazing sun hanging over the swamp. Faced with the blood-red cage conjured by Bloodhand, the vortex of venomous insects from Poisonheart, and the bone needles fired by Bonemask, he didn’t retreat --- instead, he advanced, a cold sneer curving at the corner of his lips. “Such petty tricks, and you dare show them off before me?” Before his words even faded, Dustin spread his arms wide. In an instant, countless strands of golden light burst from within him, forming a vast golden net that swept out in all directions. Just as Bloodhand’s blood prison was about to close in, it was ensnared by the golden threads. What seemed like an indestructible blood lattice was torn apart as easily as cobwebs. Seeing this, Bloodhand’s expression changed dramatically. He tried to recall the blood lances, but those golden threads acted as if alive --- racing along the tendrils straight toward his arms. “Not good!” His face went pale. He qui...