A gust of wind blew, and yellow leaves covered their faces.
Those whose names were called by Xie Qiao felt their legs go weak, and some of them sat directly on the ground. They stomped hard, and they retreated continuously.
"Y-You're not human... you're not human!"
Yang Mahai also panicked.
Although Xie Qiao's lethal destiny could not harm them, it had an effect on them, such as messing with... their minds.
The weather was cold to begin with, and every now and then, there would be a tiny breeze blowing. In the past, they would not think that there was anything wrong with the wind, but at that moment, they would subconsciously pay attention to their surroundings, which would make them feel strangely cold and eerie.
In addition to what she had said, she did not believe that their morale would still be high after giving them hints of what they did!
At that moment, the people on the opposite side were in a mess.