"Strange, where did Qiuniang go!"
Qin Tian was worried, dodged twice in retreat, then shouted, "Qiuniang! Qiuniang!"
"Hehe, master, I'm here!"
Suddenly, from within the woods, Du Qiuniang's slightly enchanting voice echoed, carrying a murderous intent!
"Ah!"
As Du Qiuniang's voice suddenly appeared, a member of the War God Gang let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground!
A silver needle was pierced into his chest, the wound gradually turning from red to black — poisoned!
"Ah!"
"Ouch!"
One by one, the members of the War God Gang began to scream in agony and topple over, all suffering the same fate, struck down by the poisoned silver needles!
Lie Long was appalled, rubbed his eyes, and looked closely—
He saw a phantom-like figure moving like the wind, leaving shadows as it weaved among the War God Gang, and wherever it passed, the members of the War God Gang fell one after another!
"Such swift techniques!"
Lie Long swallowed hard, his face already turning pale.
