Watching the column formed by silver needles pierce through the crowd and head towards the high platform, countless soldiers threw themselves at it, fearless of death, trying to stop its assault, but to no avail. The silver needles, carrying a resilient thread, passed through their bodies, leaving behind a trail of smoke, and soared straight onto the platform.
"That's it! Get him! Don't let him escape!" Wu Jie clenched his fists, cheering loudly. He couldn't see the expression on that damn chubby face, but seeing him scramble up in panic and hide behind the guards, it was clear the guy was scared out of his wits!
As if piercing through thin paper, the silver needles easily passed through the valiant guards standing before Jiang Feiyang, slowly coming to a stop.
