Peng Mo's Dual Devils' faces changed color, and they hastily cast several spells, but their spirit weapons became like clay cows entering the sea, suddenly losing the connection with their minds.
The black mist slowly receded, revealing Liu Ming's figure, with a human head-sized cluster of black air floating above his right hand.
Within the black air, two blood-red needles of different lengths and a black flying dagger floated silently.
However, no matter how they used their magic power to stimulate them, at this moment there was no movement at all.
The faces of Peng Mo's Dual Devils turned deathly pale, and knowing that they had kicked an iron plate, they exchanged a glance and simultaneously turned around to flee.
"Thinking of escaping?" Liu Ming sneered coldly, spread his arms, and a sky-covering surge of black mist burst forth from his body in an instant, sweeping out with a tremendous and oppressive momentum.
