The entire body was rigid, as if two invisible hands on the ground were tightly gripping Ning Chenxin's ankles, sinking his feet into a quagmire, unable to move at all.
A cold sensation rushed from his feet straight to the top of his head, and his heart stopped beating at that moment.
This feeling of imminent death was something Ning Chenxin was experiencing for the first time.
Even so.
Beside him, Han Shouyi, Lu Mingyuan, and the others didn't even have time to react.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Actions, thoughts, everything was frozen.
Only that mysterious black light continued to pierce towards the back of Ning Chenxin.
It's over...
This was the only thought the people present could process.
Suddenly!
At a distance of only two fingers away from the back of Ning Chenxin, the black light suddenly halted!
And at Ning Chenxin's back, his clothes had been torn open, exposing a piece of bloodied skin!
