"Do you really think you can escape?" The Saint Lord's sinister voice echoed behind Yang Ruxin.
"Then let's see." Yang Ruxin was not one to be easily captured. Just as she was about to be grabbed by the throat, she suddenly raised her hand, and a mist of red peppers floated into the air.
Even though the Saint Lord wore a mask, the nose and mouth were exposed. At such close range, without any defense, how could he avoid the attack of the pepper powder? He immediately started sneezing continuously.
The strength in his hand subconsciously loosened.
To be safe, Yang Ruxin scattered another handful of pepper powder before swiftly escaping from the second floor. But now that she was already at sea, to leave she would have to control the wheelhouse, otherwise...
Of course, she didn't just focus on escaping. While fleeing, she scattered poison powder along the way, ensuring that anyone who followed or passed by would get hit.
