Zhu Sui heard a tremendous boom in his mind!
A moment later, a cold flash flickered!
His eyes suddenly brightened, unleashing an unprecedented killing intent.
He abruptly grabbed the long spear, trying to lift it up!
But.
Gong Wenyao laughed.
A sinister, cold laugh.
A laugh without warning.
At the moment he laughed, his finger twitched slightly.
His finger suddenly emitted a black mist, shooting out silently like a snake wrapping around Zhu Sui's body.
By the time Zhu Sui realized it, it was too late.
Suddenly!
Zhu Sui felt as if he was hit with an immobilization spell, fixed in place, unable to move.
He flushed with effort, veins bulging, forehead covered in tiny beads of sweat, gritting his teeth, using all his strength.
But it was all in vain.
An invisible chain seemed to wrap around him, tightly locking him in place. No matter how he struggled, how much force he exerted, he couldn't escape Gong Wenyao's control.
"Trying to strike first?"
