A needle hole appeared in Tam's forehead.
He stood there in a daze, motionless. His eyes began to lose focus. The life in his body began to rapidly drain away at this moment, dissipating in an instant.
Die.
His eyes were filled with unconcealable shock. At the same time, there was a hint of despair.
He did not expect to die at the hands of this young man in front of him.
How was this possible? He was a powerful witchcraft master.
Even at the moment of his death, he could not believe that his life would end at this moment.
He felt regret, but there was nothing he could do now.
Li Hao used the Nine Needles of Mystic Heaven to kill Tam with powerful methods.
Those who offend me will be killed no matter how far they are.
Li Hao's domineering tone sounded in this space. When it fell into the ears of the surrounding people, they were incomparably shocked.
"Dead?"
"He was killed just like that?"
