Bu Zheng was too close. Amon was hit by the unexpected palm strike. The strike caused Amon to vomit blood and lose his balance. Ni Lulu's long ribbon came then. With blinding speed, the ribbon wrapped his body and covered him until he looked like a mummy.
Amon tried freeing himself with brute force but was unable to. The silver dagger in his hand also failed to cut through the ribbon. The ribbon was made of a special material and enhanced by Ni Lulu's aether. It was extremely durable.
Amon couldn't move. All he could do was turn his head. He looked at his soldiers. They were outnumbered, outpowered, and were getting massacred. He turned to Bu Zheng.
"Bu Zheng! You, traitorous scum! You are in league with the rebels?" Amon scolded.
Bu Zheng grinned. "Sorry, my name is not Bu Zheng. I am Ni Zheng."
"He is my cousin. Oh, great colonel," Ni Lulu uttered teasingly.
"Cousin?" Amon scowled. "What do you plan to do with me?"
