Work is the most important thing ...
With such a pure and simple thought in mind, Lu Xin grabbed the ethereal silk threads behind blackjack and pulled them apart. The threads were like illusions formed by the distortion of light under certain conditions.
However, when Lu Xin reached out, he grabbed them and pulled them forward with all his might.
"Gack ..."
The silk thread instantly straightened.
It was as if Lu Xin was pulling on something at the end of the thread in the depths of an endless abyss.
The heavy feeling was like a strand of hair tied to a mountain.
Lu Xin grabbed a strand of hair and tugged at it with all his might, but he could only feel that the other party was extremely heavy and unmoving.
He frowned slightly and added a little more force.
BOOM!
