"I forgot to tell you, I am a practitioner of spiritual cultivation. Going without food for several days will not affect me in the slightest!"
These people were really delusional, thinking that by wearing him down here, they could deal with him? Such wishful thinking!
"Is that so?"
Lin Caisang's eyes flashed sharply as she handed something to Ya Molian, which was indiscernible.
The next moment, the cloaked person felt a sharp pain on his body and upon looking down, he saw a silver thread had pierced through his right shoulder, and the other end of the thread was held in Ya Molian's hand.
"What is this… thing?!"
"Specially prepared for you!" Ya Molian said coldly.
With a tug of the silver thread, the cloaked person felt his body being pulled closer to Ya Molian.
Alarmed, he quickly drew his sword and slashed at the silver line connected to his body, only to hear a 'clang' as some metal shattered, but it was not the silver thread, but...
"How is this possible!"