C261 A Marionette!

In the sky, the bald man looked down at Lang Tian. As he thought about it, cold sweat started dripping down his forehead.

After all, the feeling just now was too terrifying!

That feeling of his right hand being out of control!

It was clearly his right hand, but it was not under his control at all!

Otherwise, why would the bald man use his right hand to slap him?

He wasn't a fool