After the painful experience of being ambushed last time, the killers were on high alert this time. Their nerves were tense and they dared not relax at all. Everyone was concentrating on observing the movements around them, fearing that they would be ambushed again.
The targeted killer also realized the approaching danger at this time.
He watched with his own eyes as the sharp nail flew towards him at high speed, but a look of disdain appeared on his face. He sneered and mocked:
"Humph, a sneak attack might catch me off guard, but it won't be that easy to use the same method again! I've been prepared, don't think you can succeed this time!"
As he spoke at a very fast speed, he raised the knife in his hand in panic, trying to knock away the rapidly flying nails in order to avoid the impending fatal attack.
However, something strange happened. He was horrified to find that his body seemed to be under a spell and he could not move at all, as if he was trapped in an invisible cage.
Then, a sharp pain like a knife came from his heart, as if an invisible hand was tightly squeezing his heart, almost suffocating him.
At this critical moment, seeing that the sharp nail was about to hit his heart, a trace of unwillingness and determination flashed in the masked killer's eyes.
He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to dodge to the side. However, despite his efforts to dodge, the nail still flew past his arm like a shadow, leaving a shallow scar on his arm.
At this time, the masked killer was secretly thankful, thinking that such a simple wound would not kill him. But he was wrong, extremely wrong.
At that moment, he felt a tingling sensation spread throughout his body like an electric current, causing him to lose strength instantly. He felt as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss, unable to extricate himself.
“Ugh~”
With a dull sound, the masked killer could no longer suppress the surging blood in his body, and spat out a pool of black blood like ink from his mouth. The blood seemed to be mixed with some fragments of internal organs, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.
This large mouthful of black blood seemed to have drained away all his vitality. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
His eyes gradually became dull and lost their former brilliance.
Fear surged into his heart like a tide. He could hardly imagine that the poison could be so overbearing. It only scratched his arm a little, but took his life in an instant!
Then, his body began to shake like a candle in the wind.
Finally, after a violent shaking, he could no longer support his body and fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.
At this moment, he lay quietly on the ground, motionless, as if dead. His life force had completely disappeared, and he no longer had any vitality. He just died like this.
The masked killers had terrified expressions on their faces. Their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety as they stared at their lifeless companions lying on the ground.
The thought of retreating began to arise in their minds. The fear of the unknown and the awe of death made their hearts begin to waver.
They began to doubt whether they had the ability to continue facing such dangers and whether they could survive this life-and-death struggle.
Everyone was silently weighing the risks and possible consequences of continuing, and a feeling of indecision spread among them.
Some of the killers even began to tremble slightly, their eyes wandering, not daring to look at the body lying on the ground. They were struggling in their hearts, wondering whether they should give up and flee from this dangerous place.
Other killers gritted their teeth, suppressed the fear in their hearts, and tried to stay calm, but their eyes still revealed deep fear.
"Brother, let's..." One of the killers couldn't help but ask his boss in a low voice, trying to persuade the killer leader to let them retreat.
"Shut up! Don't even think about it!" The assassin leader interrupted his men in a low voice, "Humph, she's just a 13 or 14-year-old girl. There are so many of us, is it possible that we can't do anything to her? If the master finds out, he will definitely not let us off!"
After saying that, he slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a torch, and began to carefully scan the surrounding trees. He wanted to find any trace of Feng Jiuyan.
The night provides Feng Jiuyan with the best protective color.
No matter how hard the assassin leader tried to search, it was all in vain. The surrounding trees still stood quietly, without any trace of Feng Jiuyan.
"Hehe, Miss Feng, I advise you not to make any more futile struggles. Look, there are so many of us, it's only a matter of time to catch you!" The leader of the assassins was helpless in the face of Feng Jiuyan's elusiveness.
He knew that with Feng Jiuyan's current ability, it would not be easy to catch her directly, so he began to stimulate her with words, trying to make her show up on her own.
Feng Jiuyan's lips curled up into a cold smile, which was full of disdain and ridicule, but she did not respond to the words of the assassin leader. She sat quietly on the top of the tree, her posture was as straight as a bamboo, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and she held the nail gun tightly in her hand.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze locked onto the killers, then slowly raised her arm and held the nail gun up steadily. Her movements were steady and firm, without a trace of panic.
“Swoosh~”
There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the first nail flew out like lightning. It was so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly, leaving only a blurry track in the air.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~”
Then, several more sounds of breaking through the air were heard. Feng Jiuyan's finger quickly pulled the trigger, and nails shot towards the killers like raindrops.
Each nail carried great power and deadly threat, drawing streaks of silver light in the air.
The assassins panicked and dodged around, trying to avoid the nails shot by Feng Jiuyan. But Feng Jiuyan's shooting was accurate and fast, leaving them with nowhere to escape.
One after another, the masked killers were hit by the powerful nail gun.
Their bodies trembled violently for a few times, and then they let out painful groans and spat out mouthfuls of black blood. Then, they fell to the ground, without a sound.
"Lao Liu, why are you still standing there like an idiot? Get out of the way!" a voice shouted anxiously, the voice full of fear and worry.
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