In the next second, Lin Mo's palm, like the Heaven Slaying, directly crushed the countless cold glimmers.
"What? This is impossible!"
Seeing this, the man's face drastically changed, but Lin Mo's palm did not stop, pressing towards the man's face once more.
Instantly, the man holding the silver spear felt an endless suppression coming over him, and his face turned uglier by the second.
He didn't think twice, subconsciously, he prepared to retreat.
Sadly, just as he was about to flee, his body was already immobilized.
Another person, originally about to attack, paused upon seeing this scene. However, that slight hesitation allowed Lin Mo to grab his companion by the throat and twist.
Crack!
The harsh sound rang out, and the man watched helplessly as his companion's neck broke, lifelessly collapsing in front of him.
"You... how are you so strong?"
