He had not even seen how Lin Ming struck. All he saw was a flash of dark red light, and then he was pinned to the ground.
He tried to struggle, but the spear seemed to contain some kind of sealing power. It suppressed the Spiritual Power within him so completely that he could not move.
The black mist around him rapidly dissipated, as though the spear had utterly subdued it.
The Night Clan stared, dumbstruck. They looked at their ancestor pinned to the ground, then at the young man standing calmly in the air, and terror surged through them.
What kind of monster was this young man? Even their ancestor was no match for him? They began to regret provoking him at all.
Some went weak at the knees and collapsed. Others turned deathly pale, their lips trembling too badly to speak.
The people of the Sirius Empire were just as stunned. They knew Lin Ming was strong, but they had never imagined he was this strong.
Night Owl was a veteran expert at the Third Layer of the Twelfth Tier! Yet he could not withstand even one move from Lin Ming? Was the gap between them really that vast? Crown Prince Tuoba Hong gazed at Lin Ming with reverence in his eyes.
He silently swore to cling to Lin Ming from now on and never let go. He was even grateful that he had not made an enemy of him back then.
Night Owl struggled to get up, but the spear had him pinned fast to the ground. He could not budge.
He raised his head and met Lin Ming's indifferent gaze. His voice trembled.
"Who... who are you?"
His voice held a fear he had never known, as though he faced a horror beyond his understanding.
He