The bald man heard Xu Ran's voice and felt something peculiar beneath his feet, immediately lowering his gaze to his soles.
Discovery.
There was nothing at his feet, yet it felt as if a mountain was pressing down there, unable to move, though without experiencing any weight.
"This is..."
Even for the well-traveled bald man, this bizarre scene left him momentarily stunned, his mind constantly recalling divine techniques and things related to this.
But, upon discovering, it seemed no divine technique shared characteristics with this.
Suddenly, the bald man panicked.
Immediately, he looked up at Xu Ran, his eyes trembling non-stop, a slightly quivering voice coming from his throat, akin to the sound of an old wooden door needing repair, creaking and squeaking.
"What is...this?"
As soon as his voice trailed off.
Xu Ran, holding the iron spear weighing hundreds of pounds, descended ferociously from the sky.
"Boom--"
