Jiang Ming grinned. "You really know how to put on an act. What did you do to us just now? Don't you have any idea? If we didn't use our spiritual energy to escape, would you be cheering for our deaths now?"
Sikong Wuyuan stepped forward, wanting to grab the blind man.
the blind man probably would not listen to him. He would only mock them. He would not apologize or beg for mercy.
From the looks of it, they had to reason with the blind man.
He saw the blind man was very close to him, but when he went over, he realized the blind man was a hundred meters away from him.
Seeing the distance, he could not help but be stunned. Then, he clenched his fists and wanted to continue moving forward.
However, he realized the distance between the two of them had widened again. It was as if it was intentional.
However, he did not see the blind man move at all.