บท 1062: What's Going On?

Crack —

In the dark, the short man in black gripped the door lock. The next second, the lock gave with a little click.

As soon as the door opened, Feng Wu threw out her golden needles!

A cold gust of wind swept through the room!

The short man crouched down instantly and swiftly dodged the needles.

But Feng Wu hadn't been trying to inflict injury with the needles, and instead was forcing him to move as she wanted.

Just as the short man dropped onto his stomach and secretly rejoiced at dodging the needles, he realized that his hands seemed stuck to the ground, making it difficult for him to pull them back.

But, it was only difficult, not impossible!

Having reached perfection at the Spiritual Elder stage, the fat man wasn't going to be defeated that easily. He used all his strength to pull his hands back, and struck out in the direction that the needles had come from.

But —

Feng Wu was nowhere to be found.