"What does it mean?"
Jiang Ming was a little confused.
"It means that your life is in my hands."
The child laughed loudly, his eyes filled with mockery.
"You can't escape."
Jiang Ming felt that this child was too arrogant and did not take him seriously at all. He also used his spiritual energy to create a similar spear.
Although his spear was fake, he felt that he could use it to fight against the real spear.
"Are you going to use this fake to fight me?"
The child laughed out loud and held the Long Ghost Spear tightly, creating sparks on the spot.
He used the Long Ghost Spear very skillfully and kept spinning it.
Jiang Ming could not comprehend his movements. He was planning to wait until the child made a move.
"Don't get too close." Sikong Wuyuan pulled him back. "Otherwise, you'll be crushed by his power."
"He didn't even make a move," Jiang Ming said in confusion. "What's there to fear?"