"Ssssssshhh——!!!"
Tens of thousands of silver needles shot out violently from under the black robe.
This time, the silver needles were no longer confined to her fingers, but erupted from her entire body, like a human-shaped porcupine suddenly exploding.
Because in the villa, without the worry of being seen by her companions outside, Feng Yuhuai could finally unleash herself completely.
She stood still, her robe fluttered without wind, countless silver needles trailing crimson traces, like an inverted blood-colored waterfall pouring down with a roar.
In the blink of an eye, everything inside the house was about to be swallowed by the scarlet.
"I'm going to die! This time I'm really going to die!"
"Could it be that without the mysterious greatness watching over me, everything was my delusion, and I'm going to die here?"
Feng Ju's heart stopped in fear, an endless chill engulfed him.
