Jun Qiuye's methods were bizarre.
Not an illusion, but without spirit power, he could often easily defeat his enemies, unpredictable in his strangeness.
On the battle arena.
"Brother Jiang, I won't hold back!" Jun Qiuye cupped his hands together, his smile very eerie.
He didn't choose any weapons.
As his words fell, his split smile reached to the roots of his ears, revealing two rows of dagger-like teeth.
This scene made Jiang Ming raise his eyebrows.
Following that, he noticed the changes in his surroundings, the sky and earth turning gray, shrouded in mist and dead silence.
The battle platform disappeared, as did the audience.
It was as if they were in a different world.
"A domain? No, you didn't use this method when you were fighting before. It should only affect the spirit?" Jiang Ming spoke, his heart alert.
