Lu Xin finally realized the problem.
His father's mental attribute was "fear," which was the most corruptible mental power in the first place.
At this moment, his father's attack failed to contaminate the other party. Instead, it was covered by the other party's spiritual attribute and affected himself.
"Hualala ..."
Spiritual bodies in black suits lined up like a long river and walked forward from the other end of the street.
One by one, they formed an enormous pressure.
To the shadow that was in a stalemate with them, it was as if it was facing layers of increasing power.
The line that was stuck in the middle began to retreat toward Lu Xin, on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, Lu Xin raised his head and saw the pale and indifferent faces less than a meter away from him.
Each face had different features, and they were deathly white as if they had been coated with lime powder.
