The people behind clearly did not expect that Chu Qianli would suddenly make a move.
He was stunned for a moment, but soon, a hint of excitement swept across the depths of his eyes.
With a misstep, he narrowly dodged the silver needle flying towards him.
He immediately swung his hand, sending out a fierce palm wind that aimed straight for Chu Qianli's face.
Chu Qianli raised her hand, and somehow, the Heavenly Silkworm Silk that had fallen into her hand latched onto nearby debris.
Using the elasticity of the Heavenly Silkworm Silk, she leaped up and flitted through the air with ease.
The silver needles in her hand shot out, swish swish swish, each one aimed to take a life.
The person behind her dodged with one step, then flipped over, narrowly evading the dozen or so silver needles.
The smile at the corner of his lips grew deeper, and suddenly he leaped up, his fingers formed into claws, aiming for Chu Qianli's shoulder.