The woman hesitated to strike not because of fear, but because she had been taken aback by Yin Sufan's recent technique, recalling the great threat Yin Sufan posed.
Yin Sufan did not like the idea of dying sitting still. Moving her wrist, she directly targeted three needles and hurled them in flight.
As Yin Sufan launched her attack, the woman frowned but was not slow to react. Her own silver needles flew towards Yin Sufan.
"Bang bang!"
A clear sound rang out, and Yin Sufan's entire body moved, rushing towards her as if she aimed to seize an early advantage.
"Hmph!"
The woman uttered a grunt. If Yin Sufan died, she would die as well. What would happen if Yin Sufan was injured? Could she also claim Yin Sufan's life like this woman?
"Clap!"
With both hands clapping, a tremendous noise resounded.
