"Not good, there's a high-level expert!"
Ye Mo's pupils constricted, and an unprecedented sense of life-and-death crisis surfaced in his heart.
However, before he could make any move, he felt a pain in his neck as a hand suddenly extended from the side, gripping his throat and lifting him into the air.
This hand appeared slender, yet it was as firm as iron pincers. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't budge it in the slightest!
At the same time.
A vast and unstoppable mighty power surged through that hand into Ye Mo's body, instantly sealing all his spiritual power and divine thought.
Reducing him from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator capable of splitting mountains and stones to an ordinary man without the strength to truss a chicken!
Moreover, due to restricted vision, from start to finish, he couldn't even see the opponent's face!
"Who are you? Could it be that you intend to oppose my North Cold Sect?"
