Wuyan waved her sleeve, scattering a handful of white "powder" from her hand. Chen Yuxin dared not be careless. She wielded the Chunjun Sword, using its powerful Sword Qi to form a protective shield in front of her, preventing the powder from approaching her body.
However, these white "powders" didn't scatter with the wind; instead, they seemed to have a life of their own, floating towards the wooden bridge.
"Everyone, be careful." Feng Ling was exceptionally alert. These powders were so fine that no one noticed as they were dispersed into the air. But Feng Ling's warning came a step too late; almost a second later, members of the Shadow Organization collapsed in pain, wailing. There was no warning, as if they had suddenly been poisoned, with "terrifying" red spots appearing on their faces.
