The Demon Cultivator's heart was greatly shaken, and he recognized it, "Bukong Sect, Trap Treasure Art!"
The fine needle in the handkerchief was in the final stages of its frantic struggle, Sun Lingtong was about to succeed when Han Ming lunged at her.
"Let go!" Han Ming's movements were stiff, but her speed was incredibly fast, her fingers wide open, reaching for Sun Lingtong.
Her fingernails were exceptionally sharp and turned a dark purple, tracing ten sharp shadows in the air, with a sickly sweet stench assaulting the nostrils.
Sun Lingtong's hair stood on end, and she quickly let go, abandoning the fine needle and the handkerchief, retreating explosively backward.
The fine needle and handkerchief fell to the ground.
Han Ming was naturally cruel and had sought revenge on Sun Lie in the past. She had hated Sun Lingtong ever since she was outmaneuvered by her, the disciple of the Bukong Sect, aiming every move at Sun Lingtong's vital areas.