The lofty Undead Witch looked down at the staff standing outside the shooting area.
She regarded those staff members as the soldiers in a temple.
Lu Xiaoyou didn't say a word, and everyone present tensed up all over; they could feel the oppressive force sweeping down from above. It really was like Lu Xiaoyou had just said: in front of the Undead Witch, they were nothing but tiny specks of dust.
Noi stood up from his chair and walked toward the shooting area step by step.
His pair of cold gray eyes stared fixedly at Lu Xiaoyou. Because his gaze was too intense, Lu Xiaoyou, standing up high, sensed him.
So Lu Xiaoyou looked over in his direction, then hooked up one corner of her lips and revealed a mocking smile.
