He looked at the formation set by the enemies and thought to himself: This Beidou formation is both offensive and defensive, if they lock my position, I'm afraid the situation will be grim.
Shan Zhi's plum blossom dart was already clasped between his fingers, yet he hesitated to release it—amidst this mist, the accuracy of hidden weapons was reduced by at least seventy percent.
Bai Zhi's jade-like hands trembled lightly as she took out twelve Golden Needles from her bosom. She looked at the overwhelming poison mist, biting her lip: Though Miaojiang's gu techniques can counter poison, the ninja's smallpox virus is extremely sinister, a slight mistake could lead to eternal damnation.
Thinking of this, she covertly hid an antidote gu insect under her tongue, ready to fight with her life. Fuma Xiaoyezi emerged from the mist, her face faintly revealing skeletal whiteness beneath the human skin mask.
