"Is that so?"
Feng Jiu's lips curled into a smile, and she crouched down suddenly. Her fingers moved slightly, and a silver needle shone coldly in the sunlight. Everyone was chilled to the bone.
"What are you going to do?"
The cultivator shouted when he saw that the situation was getting from bad to worse. As he gritted his teeth, he thought about escaping with his soul. But who would have known that when the silver needle fell on him, that the spirit energy on his body would disappear in an instant. His whole body softened and the breath of his spirit energy also vanished.
After the silver needle had fallen, Feng Jiu didn't rush to question him, but looked at the other cultivators.
The hairs of the other cultivators stood up immediately when her gaze swept over them. The killing intent in her eyes was so clear that it made everyone feel like they were in extreme danger.
