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Chapter 4329: 5.0081 Assassination 2

Qiaoqiao's Lian, where was he?

Qiaomu immediately reached out to grab the man's wrist beside her.

However, her hand met empty air, instantly displeasing her.

In just that fleeting moment, where had Qiaoqiao's Lian gone?

She moved her feet lightly, not panicking, walking through the dense white mist.

With a casual shot, she eliminated a heavily breathing corpse puppet.

She thought to herself: The corpse puppets trapped in this stone array with white mist seem to be only low-level creatures.

The Phoenix Clan youths should have no difficulty dealing with them and there's no need to worry about them getting injured.

Qiaomu closed her eyes and continuously shot the heads of several corpse puppets, habitually picking up the crystal cores from the ground and tossing them into her small bag.

No higher-grade black crystals had formed in the heads of these corpse puppets.

It seemed to be due to the different potions they consumed.

She could now basically confirm that those who consumed ordinary basic mutation potions, even after corpsefication, could not become high-grade corpse puppets.

To become a corpse puppet of Advanced Stage 2 or higher, one must consume a mutation potion. After consumption, black crystal rudiments would gradually form in their heads, and with subsequent improvements, the black crystals would become more solidified.

She wondered how much her abilities could improve if a special ability user absorbed such black crystals.

A hint of curiosity arose in Qiaomu's heart, and she secretly decided that once she dissected a black crystal, she would try it out herself to see how much it could enhance her mental power.

Anyway, her body, ever since consuming the Sacred Fruit, had become immune to all poisons.

Mere corpse poison could not harm her at all.

She had already developed antibodies to corpse puppets; even if she were scratched by a more powerful corpse puppet now, it wouldn't damage her body in the slightest.

A gust of wind came from behind her.

Qiaomu didn't even look, directly turning and firing a dark gold arrow.

However, this time, she didn't hear the anticipated scream and fall. The attacker moved very quickly, continuing to reach for the back of her neck.

It was a living person.

A cold smile appeared on Qiaomu's lips.

A Diamond Talisman appeared on her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, she grabbed the incoming wrist.

The attacker was surprised and hurriedly tried to evade.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

When her small, jade-like, icy cold hand tightly clasped his wrist, the attacker felt utterly awful.

Especially when he heard a faint "crack" in the silent air.

As fear spread through his heart, large beads of sweat involuntarily streamed down his forehead.

His hand, his wrist, had been broken by the poker face just like that?

"Show your true face." A strong light flashed, illuminating half of the attacker's face in shadow.

Qiaomu let out a cold laugh, and five vines, like snakes, shot from her fingers towards the opponent's throat.

Fast as lightning, it sent a chill down the opponent's spine. He clutched his broken wrist and repeatedly fled backward.

Qiaomu pursued him, a hint of mocking coldness in her eyes.

Luring the enemy deeper, huh?

Still trying to trick Qiao?

Who was so foolish as to make a move so impatiently?

This way of doing things really didn't resemble Mu Qingya's astute and patient approach.

Which petty villain, hiding his true identity, didn't realize how ridiculous he was?

"Rip." A Spirit-Binding Rope suddenly landed on Qiaomu, tightly coiling around her seven or eight times.

The other end of the rope was held by the person with the broken wrist.

At this moment, he was looking at her smugly, his expression as if victory was assured.