The members of the Kang Family were already drenched in cold sweat.
Kang Yahui was forced by over a dozen sharp weapons, their dazzling cold gleam making it impossible for her to open her eyes, while the cold metal touch seemed to invade her body like a cold current, gradually breaking down her physical and mental defenses.
Gradually, Kang Yahui was so frightened that she closed her eyes, her body taut and trembling, cold sweat pouring out as if she had been caught in a downpour.
Ye Qingtian's lips curled into a mocking cold smile, "Still not afraid?"
"Hiss!"
"Hiss!"
...
All of a sudden, the weapons surrounding Kang Yahui shattered into powder.
"Thud!"
At this moment, Kang Yahui was utterly collapsed both physically and mentally, falling to the ground with a thud, her eyes vacant and lifeless, like a walking corpse.
Ye Qingtian no longer looked at Kang Yahui, his gaze turning towards Lei Yunpeng and the others.
