Those shadows, accompanied by the very hoarse voice of Old Ming, suddenly flickered, and immediately, a black shadow moved.
The shadow didn't seem very fast, but it was impossible to discern Old Ming's figure with the naked eye, precisely where he was.
In front, there was nothing but ghostly shadows, and in the eyes of Chu Mo and everyone else remaining, it seemed as if shadows were everywhere, as if Old Ming was omnipresent.
"Hehe... Boy, prepare to die!!" Suddenly, the hissing noises in his ear stopped, and the world around him became instantly silent.
Chu Mo's expression changed, as a feeling of extreme danger emerged.
Bam!!!
The next second, very abruptly, a hand that looked like a skeleton appeared, and then immediately it printed itself on Chu Mo's chest.
A very muffled sound was produced!!
At the same time, Chu Mo directly spat a few mouthfuls of blood, and his whole body retreated several steps.
