Lin Feng frowns. He looks at Kyle's expression. The other side seems to have just noticed it. He slowly wants to turn his head to look at his right hand. Lin Feng waves his other hand to the other side's face, and the right hand rises in a strange posture, blocking his attack again. When Lin Feng touched the pale hand, he felt a little cold in his heart. Then he felt very familiar, just like touching his own hand. He got up and jumped away with a start.

Kyle shook his left hand, understood what happened just now, shook his head toward Lin Feng and said, "it's useless. Any...