Grand Martial Arts Arena stage.
A cold and sinister-looking Wang Jinkun looked at the slightly shocked Li Feng: "Enough with the nonsense, it's time to send you on your way."
Wang Jinkun curled his lips, ready to take Li Feng down in one swift move.
At this moment.
The ghost spider appeared on Wang Jinkun's back, and just as he was about to move, he was horrified to find himself unable to do so.
What's going on?
A question mark floated in Wang Jinkun's mind, desperately trying to move his limbs, but his body gave no response.
It felt just like sleep paralysis when although the mind is awake, the body is out of control.
Just as Wang Jinkun's face showed fear, his body suddenly moved, with the joints cracking, his feet shifted in small jumps, and occasionally he threw punches.
"Hmm?"
Many people didn't quite understand Wang Jinkun's movements.
"What's happening?"
