Seeing that her words had frightened the team, Qian Qi slightly adjusted her position, striking a more commanding pose.
She pinched a Concentration Fruit between her fingers, stuffing its flesh into her mouth, then accurately spat the chewed dry pulp onto a table not far away, casting a malevolent gaze at the team trying to snatch the flag.
The flag-snatching team felt a chill down their spines under her gaze. When they turned to face her, a sense of horror surged from the soles of their feet to their spine and seeped into their brain, as if in a midnight dream, a millennium-old vengeful ghost in a red dress full of sin and grievances was staring at you, maliciously contemplating how to extract your intestines piece by piece...
