A group of people circled around Mii Lohe, with ropes hidden on the other side, gradually shrinking the radius until it was down to about two zhang. At that moment, Zhao Heng's group suddenly made their move, quickly tossing their nooses.
Eight or nine people threw their nooses simultaneously, with only four hitting the target. They then forcefully pulled Mii Lohe right off his horse. In that instant, Mii Lohe went berserk, struggling like a wounded beast, his eyes bloodshot. Although his inner qi was restricted by the cloud qi, in that moment of madness, Mii Lohe broke several ropes with sheer force.
However, more ropes were flung in the same direction, and the last group of people swarmed over, wrapping Mii Lohe tightly into something resembling a ball of yarn, with only his head exposed and his mouth stuffed with a large wad of grass rope.
