Lu Shinian's face darkened, and he launched a direct attack on Ian.
Ian reacted swiftly, and he hadn't expected that the one attacking him would be someone from Su Ruan's side. The Insect Race had always defended by attacking, so he directly met the attack.
Sparks flew, the sofa shattered, the table cracked with a creaking sound.
Everywhere one looked, everything had turned into fragments.
Their assault did not stop, and if the villa weren't small, Lu Shinian would almost have used his Mecha.
But at the moment, he only resorted to hand-to-hand combat and attacks with materialized spiritual power.
A strand of Ian's hair was sliced off by spiritual power turned into blades, lightly floating to the ground.
There was an even heavier wickedness between his brows, and he even curved his lips.
"Interesting."
In this Second World, there actually existed a person who could materialize spiritual power.
