Under the gaze of the crowd, hundreds of Poison Needles, flickering with black light and exuding a vile aura, had already flown towards Wang Yan's back.
However, Wang Yan did not turn around to face Fang Jinchun's powerful Soul Skill head-on with full effort, as everyone imagined.
Instead, just as the Soul Skill arrived behind him, Wang Yan casually turned around and waved his right hand backward.
It was merely a wave, and Wang Yan immediately turned back around, without even checking if he had blocked the hundreds of Poison Needles.
It seemed that Wang Yan was full of confidence in his wave.
Seeing this, everyone was stunned.
These Poison Needles were not an ordinary attack but Fang Jinchun's Soul Skill. Could such a simple wave really block the powerful Soul Skill?
Was it arrogance or pure folly?
While everyone was puzzled, a crystal clear white light appeared where Wang Yan's hand had waved. Under the sunlight, everyone could already see a thin ice wall behind Wang Yan.
