Chapter 1137: Calling Each a Little Friend

These secret weapons were called darts and had been refined into Magic Treasures, perfectly suited for assassination.

The pipe protruding inwards served as the launcher, with someone at the other end controlling it, using sound to determine the location for the kill.

Facing an assassination from a Half-Saint Strong Expert, cultivators of the Heavenly Immortal Realm were utterly outclassed. The dart they just fired was imbued with extreme Yin energy; upon contact, a cultivator of the Heavenly Immortal Realm would instantly turn into an ice sculpture. If it entered the body, it would freeze the meridians and Dantian, leaving the victim crippled and eventually dead in the bone-chilling cold.

After the first dart, the pipe began to sway, as if searching for its next target.

Seeing this, Yitilou cooperatively started walking around the room again, with the continuous rustling of his footsteps.

Bang!

Another silver dart was shot out, accurately swallowed into his mouth.