If it weren't for the night, someone would have surely discovered it. The throat or the center of the eyebrows of such a person was pierced by silver needles! The silver needles glimmered green, containing poison that seals the throat upon contact with blood. Or some of the secretly moving Imperial Guards had their throats silently slit in the dark, with a thin line on their necks, blood gushing forth.
It came precisely from Mo Liancheng's Spider King Rope...
"I've warned you before, whoever moves will die." Mo Liancheng's figure was undetected in the dark night, yet his ethereal warning resonated through the air.
The heads of several commanders fell, and the Imperial Guards, without a leader, would typically fall into chaos. Yet, enveloped in a terrifying aura, an uncanny silence descended.
No one dared make a move, for now it was night.
