Lin Zhen felt an ill wind above his head and reacted immediately.
The shiny silver spear appeared in his hand in an instant, laying a layer of spear curtain above his head!
After an intense collision, the dark shadow retreated but left a dizzying cloud of dust.
Lin Zhen shook the shiny silver spear in his hand, turning it into a windmill, the powerful rotation blowing away the dust, and then he had time to look at what had attacked him.
That thing was standing on a tree branch not far away at the moment, its two wings stood high up, reaching a height of more than five meters, and there were huge compound eyes on its wings, antennae on its forehead, crystal-like eyes, and a long and slender body, it was a gigantic mutated moth.
