The Demon Cultivator was greatly shocked in his heart, recognizing it, "Bukong Sect, Trap Treasure Art!"
The thin needle struggled frantically in the handkerchief as it entered the final stage, and Sun Lingtong was about to succeed when Han Ming lunged forward.
"Let go!" Han Ming's movements were stiff, but his speed was incredibly fast. His fingers spread wide, reaching for Sun Lingtong.
Her fingernails were extraordinarily sharp, appearing black and purple, slicing through the air with ten sharp trails of light. The fishy-sweet scent was even more overpowering.
Sun Lingtong's hair stood on end with fright, and he quickly let go, abandoning the thin needle and handkerchief, retreating rapidly.
The thin needle and handkerchief fell to the ground.
Han Ming was naturally ruthless and had wanted revenge on Sun Lie from the start. He harbored intense hatred for this Bukong Sect disciple, aiming every attack at Sun Lingtong's vital areas.
