"Is it done?"
Seeing Lu Xin's precise grasp on the old man and their eyes meeting, even his father's overwhelming power of fear and his mother's fully unleashed power of insight faltered.
A heavy and loud heartbeat could be heard.
They all felt nervous.
He realized that this moment was the key to accurately determine the outcome of the battle ...
On top of that, when Lu Xin's aura erupted, they subconsciously did not dare to make too big of a move.
"Pa la ..."
Lu Xin grabbed the old man's neck and growled at him.
In the image of the old man's existence, the sheepskin cover book, which had borrowed his golden pen, fell to the ground weakly.
At the same time, the image of the old man shattered like glass, and colorful fragments bloomed like fireworks.
Lu Xin was the only one left in the church, clutching the old man's neck.
However, the surrounding scene was changing slightly like an unstable current.
