"How... how can this be?" The dozen or so warriors from the First-class City were still unable to react.
Ye Shaohua's fingertips glowed with the cold light of golden needles.
A dozen golden needles flew towards the foreheads of these warriors simultaneously!
After they disappeared, they reappeared from the back of their heads; Ye Shaohua reached out to catch the silver needles that flew into her palm, placed them on the beast skin she wore, and wiped them clean.
The silence behind her was terrifying!
The pupils of the Level 7 warriors who were just clamoring for their lives dilated slightly as they stood motionless in place.
"Hui," a warrior from the Icefield Tribe muttered, "Did I just see Ye move there in a flash?"
"Are... are they dead? They died before we even had a chance to take action?"