บท 442: The Magical Effect of Catmint 3

Just as he brushed it away, another rain of silver needles flew towards him.

The 89th assassin brushed them away again.

But Jun Mohuang's silver needles kept attacking his face.

As the 89th assassin tried to push her silver needles away, he had to guard against the cheetahs chasing after him.

Even though he was a Spirit Casting expert, he felt a little strained.

Furthermore, the assassin had been injured by the explosion yesterday and had been chasing after Jun Mohuang. He had only taken a pill to treat his internal injuries and had no time to recover.

Gradually, the 89th assassin focused all his attention on the silver needle in front of him and the black cheetahs behind him.

It was at this point!

Jun Mohuang smiled and suddenly stopped. She formed a seal with her fingers and the cluster of catmint liquid that was compressed by the aura suddenly disappeared. It appeared on the 89th assassin's head and poured down on him.