Outside, the wind was calm and the waves were gentle.
After Chu Qianli's silver needles were shot out, they seemed to plunge into the ocean, the tiny needles stirring not even the slightest ripple.
But she did not give up. With another flick of her hand, a dozen more silver needles shot out rapidly.
This time, the originally tranquil outdoors suddenly burst into fierce winds.
With a whoosh, those dozen silver needles returned on the same path.
The opponent was clearly angered by the provocation!
Chu Qianli, as if having anticipated this, had leaped up the moment she released the needles. By the time they returned, she had already landed steadily to one side.
"Ah…" A scream rang out from the cave.
All those dozen silver needles had found their mark on Yu Linglong's body.
Two of them struck right at the heart, piercing into the flesh.
Movement brought her unbearable pain that made her scalp tingle.