As a result, with one grab, Jiang Shi directly created all sorts of illusions before his eyes, as if he was instantly in the Eternal Netherworld, with ghostly shadows, wicked spirits, and skeletons everywhere, densely packed, surging toward Jiang Shi like a tidal wave.
However!
Jiang Shi's eyes grew cold, and with a swift grasp of his palm, he ignored all the illusions.
Bam!!
A muffled sound was heard, power reverberating.
The middle-aged man in the black robe's expression changed slightly, his eyes widening.
His wrist was unexpectedly grabbed on the spot by Jiang Shi.
How could this be?
How is this possible?
"Nonsense! Who are you?"
Jiang Shi's tone was icy.
"You..."
The middle-aged man in the black robe flushed with anger, shouting sternly, "Let go!"
Power throbbed from his body, his blood surging, directly releasing dozens of strands of dark force from his wrist, trying to break free from Jiang Shi's restraint.
