Song Yaoyao took handfuls of poison from her storage space and distributed them among the four of them.
Song Yaoyao made a rough count of the crowd. There were around a thousand people.
The assassins wasted no words and moved to rush forward and seize the four of them.
As the poison scattered, swathes of assassins fell.
After that wave, the assassins had already lost several hundred people. They no longer dared approach Song Yaoyao and her three companions.
The assassins had assumed that, with over a thousand of them against just four opponents, capturing those four would be easy. They had never expected their opponents to be skilled with poison.
Rather than surround the four of them, they gathered together opposite Song Yaoyao and her companions.
As long as they kept their distance from Song Yaoyao and the others, the poison would be useless against them.
But the assassins were determined to capture these four. When had they ever suffered a loss like this?
Four people had taken out several hundred of them. If word got out, they would be utterly disgraced!
The assassins viciously began firing hidden weapons at Song Yaoyao and her three companions.
What happened next stunned everyone present even more.
When the hidden weapons reached a point thirty feet in front of the four of them, something seemed to block them. Then they flew back along their original paths, striking every person who had launched them.
This was downright uncanny!
The assassins stared at the four in horror. Who exactly were these people? How did they possess such bizarre abilities?
Song Qingyu and the other two were equally astonished by the sight. They suspected Song Yaoyao had done something to cause what had just happened.
But now was not the time to ask.
Though horrified,