The moment his finger stopped moving and the words were uttered, Ye Ming movement froze.
Instantly, Fang Mo leaped forward while thrusting his sword, resembling a drawn arrow.
However, the binding spell does not last forever.
When his sword pierced Ye Ming's chest by an inch, he regained his movement.
Bang!
With a twist of his body, he dodged a fatal strike to his heart.
But it was too late, despite his swift reaction, the sword wound revealed Ye Ming's red flesh.
Seeing this, Fang Mo eyes lit up as a smile formed on his face.
All the sudden, the injuries on his forearm didn't look as bad as his opponent.
However, when he looked at Ye Ming's face to read his expression, he froze.
There was a creepy smile on his face. At this moment, Ye Ming waved his sword, and in the air, a droplet was formed.
This droplet was illusionary like a raindrop.
Fang Mo had a feeling that he could burst this droplet with a slight touch, but his sixth sense told him that it was dangerous!
