Crown Prince Bei Yin was burning with anxiety, but his limbs were all shackled with electronic cuffs, making it impossible to escape. He could only watch helplessly as the bullet, containing thousands of nanoneedles, shot explosively towards Yan Tingfeng.
The Second Prince sneered, "Soon you'll know what it feels like to have your nerves stripped away piece by piece!"
"Ting'er!" Beiming shouted with heart-wrenching despair.
Yet, at the moment the bullet was about to penetrate the body, the figure there became gradually blurred, flickered, and then disappeared.
Beiming Arts, Clone Technique!
This technique can create multiple clones, which can pass for the real thing, confusing the opponent's vision.
While Yan Tingfeng left the clone at the original spot, he was already behind the Second Prince.
"Where is he?!" The Second Prince was shocked, "He..."
But the words couldn't be spoken, because there was a cold hand gripping his throat.
