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The large passenger plane was above them; it seemed quite far away, but because of its huge size, it looked as if it was right above their heads. Everyone was taken aback and looked up, fearing that it would suddenly come crashing down.
But the plane didn't come crashing down; instead, someone descended from it.
With spider webs suspended in the air, Qin Yu landed on the thin Bilu silk threads. She was weaponless, without guns or ammunition, but she spread her hands out, her fingertips outlining something like the most horrific painter. Her posture, her aura, and the vines that grew and writhed from her movements, wove through like green snakes in the forest, piercing through the body of an Ability User and then looping back.
The Ability User was certainly dead.
Not just him, but several people nearby who seemed to be Zong Jian's subordinates were killed instantly.
Corpses were strung together, like barbecue.
