"Yes." The two people who followed Tian Fengyang lowered their heads and retreated, giving up the position of the attack and letting Tian Fengyang play.

I saw Tian Fengyang's fingers raised, and several golden needles burst out from his fingertips, pressing straight towards Ye Yimo, not leaving half a point of life for Ye Yimo.

He can see clearly that people like Ye Yimo will not surrender easily no matter what, since this is the case, then he might as well deal with her directly, and just establish his prestige in front of this group of people.

After all, he was also a second-level ability, how could so many people think that he was inferior to a woman?

Tian Fengyang is a psychic ability, his ability to protect himself is actually very weak, but his spiritual power is a more peculiar kind, not only can isolate the perception of zombies, but also control the thinking of others, but because of the difference in everyone's willpower, there is a difference between a long control time and a short time.

It is precisely for this reason that Tian Fengyang's identity in this team has been established, after all, no one wants to suddenly commit suicide involuntarily when dealing with Tian Fengyang.

And now, Tian Fengyang is planning to use this ability to deal with Ye Yimo, all along, his ability has controlled only those rebels, but most of their ability levels are particularly low, this is the first time he has faced a second-level ability.

Just thinking that the second-level supernatural person in front of him was about to commit suicide at his own order, in front of their group of people, Tian Fengyang couldn't help but get excited.

Thinking like this, Tian Fengyang directly used the attack of his spiritual ability against Ye Yimo, but what he didn't expect was that his spiritual ability attack had no effect on Ye Yimo at all.

He looked at the untouched Ye Yimo on his face in front of him, and for a moment, he even felt that his ability seemed to be a fake ability, and he looked at the people around him with some horror, trying to control the others, but the result was successful.

In an instant, his eyes when he looked at Ye Yimo changed instantly, the person in front of him was so powerful, he was not affected by his spiritual attack at all, but if his spiritual attack was not affected at all, then what method could he use to kill the person in front of him?

Tian Fengyang's fear was expanded to the maximum, he opened his mouth to order the two first-level abilities who had just left his side to resist Ye Yimo's attack for him, but what he didn't expect was that when he opened his mouth to make a sound, he couldn't make a sound at all.

Tian Fengyang felt terrified, his eyes were full of fear and looked around, and he stretched out his hand to ask for help, but in the next moment, his outstretched hand involuntarily stuck his neck, restraining his breathing, he struggled to break free of his restraints, but his hands were not controlled by his brain at all, and they kept tightening.

The air was forced out of his nose little by little, and fear filled Tian Fengyang's heart, but he had no way to resist this fear.

Everyone watched his performance in horror, but no one came forward to stop him, because everyone felt scared, they all felt fear, they all felt fear, they felt that Ye Yimo was an existence that they had no way to hostile to, and no one was willing to go up and give their lives for a dying man.