"Thank you, senior brother!"
Chen Ze was delighted.
This kind of skill may not be very effective against enemies of the same level, but in special situations—
For example, rescuing someone from a distance.
For example, retrieving a weapon.
It has miraculous effects.
Or at this moment, using it to capture sneaky individuals with a cultivation far below his own is like taking something out of a bag.
"Speak!"
"Who are you! Why are you following us?"
Yan Chuan shouted in the official language of the Six Great Royal Cities that he learned at the beginning of the year, and this shout incorporated techniques from the "Ghost Prison Yin Wind Roar," which made the target's head spin and unwittingly confess the truth—
"I am Niu Pan, a Local Chief of the Iron Clothes Army, ordered to track the whereabouts of the horse trainer Yan Chuan, with a portrait in the bosom—"
Yan Chuan reached into the man's chest and indeed found a portrait.
Whoa!
