A group of people dared not defy Ye Qingfeng's intentions and immediately stood together. Ye Qingfeng walked a bit closer, allowing them to merge into one, then pointed at No.1's forehead.
Immediately, the group of female assassins felt a sudden suction force, as if it was trying to pull out their internal organs, causing great discomfort.
Yet none dared let go.
Finally, Ye Qingfeng abruptly flicked his hand, and the female assassins felt a relief in their bodies, the discomfort vanishing as if their entire beings became light.
At this moment, these female assassins saw that Ye Qingfeng's hand was actually entwined with a faint black mist, alarming them. Could this be their curse?
This black mist was indeed their curse, initially invisible. Yet, as the curse was so densely coagulated by the dozen female assassins, it manifested visibly.
Ye Qingfeng casually pinched it apart, directly smashing the black mist, dispersing it into the air.
