Then, the entire building made a tooth-numbing sound of reinforced concrete twisting.
All the glass shattered at the same time, and the shards flew everywhere.
The mental monster's hand was blocked by Lu Xin's shadow.
Lu Xin raised his head and looked at the red-cloaked spiritual monster with bloodshot eyes.
The red-cloaked spiritual monster did not seem to be as agile as ordinary spiritual monsters. It only had an extreme emptiness and indifference.
However, when it met Lu Xin's gaze, it felt as if it was a living creature, and it subconsciously retracted its hand. Perhaps it was a kind of obsession, but it would only raise its hand again and swing it at Lu Xin after it had retracted its hand.
However, when it started to raise its hand, it realized that it could no longer lift its palm.
