A gurgling sound escaped Lin Ming's throat as he felt an overbearing strength completely encapsulate his entire body, his network of meridians, and dantian. He was thoroughly locked down! The hand at his throat felt like the hand of god, clasping his neck with absolute ease!
Before he could even react, he was lifted like a child, his feet dangling just inches before the ground! Even though he wanted to resist, using the Origin Spear to wrench fear, he found the Origin Spear had left his hands, toppling to the floor powerlessly.
It no longer responded to him!
How?!
Why?!
WHY?!?!
His grey eyes glared at the extremely handsome visage before him, who held a faint smile on its face. Wei Wuyin's radiant silver eyes was so bright that it seemed mocking, as if ridiculing him for his idiotic belief in himself, for his confidence.
