At this moment, as he channeled his energy, all he needed was for the ghost deity to suck in all the fine needles. That way, even if Chen Wanli managed to pierce the acupoints, the treatment would fail as the cinnabar flowed out.
Having done this, Kujiki Munemasa raised his head. For some reason, the moment his eyes met Chen Wanli's, he felt a trace of mockery and sarcasm, as if all his actions had already been anticipated.
The next second, the hundreds of fine needles that Chen Wanli had left suspended in mid-air began to spin of their own accord. Their rotational speed was unimaginably fast, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a pattern of the Yin-Yang Taiji fish in the sky.
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