"Are you sure... destroying the base won't change the facts?"
The girl's cold voice, like an echo, kept echoing in everyone's eardrums.
"Then why don't you give it a try and see if you can change it."
Following the girl's last word, it hit the hearts of everyone like a Hong Zhong.
The girl's figure flashed suddenly and turned into a red afterimage.
"Whoosh—"
There was a sound of breaking through the air.
The bodies of the people rushing towards Ye Qingluo suddenly seemed to be blocked by something, unable to take a step forward.
"What's this?!"
"What is blocking my feet?"
"No! Something is wrapped around my waist!"
"Blood! Bleeding!"
The disciples of Anyou Palace shouted eagerly.
For a moment, everyone panicked.
After encountering this weird incident, they all wanted to go back.
Can…
Turn around.
They found that the retreat behind them was also blocked by an invisible thing.
If you want to cross by force.
Their skin will be inexplicably cut, bleeding out...
"No, look, what is this!" Suddenly, a disciple of Anyou Palace grabbed something forward.
Blood oozed from his palm.
Drops of blood seemed to form a thin line in mid-air.
When the blood water renders more.
Only then did everyone react.
What a thin line this is.
It's a... extremely tiny and indestructible silver thread!
This silver thread cuts iron like mud and is as sharp as a blade!
Just a little touch.
It can easily cut through the robe, cut through the skin, and directly embed into the flesh and blood.
The disciples of Anyou Palace felt a chill go down their spines, and they all stood still, not daring to move.
The corner of the girl's lips curled up slightly, and she smiled enchantingly: "Don't you want to do it? Come on, let's go together, don't waste time, I have to find a way... blow up your base."
"You!" The disciples of Anyou Palace blushed with anger when they heard Ye Qingluo's unscrupulous words.
But, the sharp silver wire is completely invisible in front of you.
They didn't know how to approach Ye Qingluo at all.
Feng Ling's eyes froze, and he stepped back quickly to the side of the man in black robe, and grabbed the man in black robe: "Quick! Control the dead puppets and attack them! Dead puppets will not be afraid of those invisible silver threads!"
"No, useless... Dead puppets are useless to them... They, they..." The black-robed man was already out of breath from being tortured by Ye Qingluo, and was pulled by Feng Ling, who was rude, and felt his throat was fishy and sweet. Constantly surging.
Feng Ling heard the stammering words, and impatiently slapped the man in black on the face: "Shut up! Control the dead puppet for me now, or I'll throw you over there!"
The man in black was slapped, and the fishy sweetness in his throat spewed out instantly.
Coincidentally, he sprayed a wind chime all over his face.
The viscous liquid made Feng Ling's eyes suddenly full of murderous intent.
She raised her sleeve gown and vigorously wiped the blood on her face.
The man in black was forced to have no choice but to manipulate the dead puppets to surround them.
The Flame Devouring Fan was re-refined by Tang Beiyuan, and this silver thread was also infused with the spiritual power of Youyin.
The corpse puppet was not afraid of severe pain, and forcibly pulled those silver threads.
Countless stumps were cut off by the silver thread and rolled to the ground.
One after another, dead puppets fell to the ground.
This scene made the disciples of Anyou Palace feel fear in their hearts.
In the hearts of the disciples of Anyou Palace, what they rely on has always been dead puppets...