After hesitating for a moment, she dared not doubt. She heightened her Spirit and pursued it once more. This time, in the event of a great fall, she firmly supported Ye Fengsheng's body.
Phooey.
Without waiting for her to breathe, a sense of danger attacked from the front. In the void, a hand burst through the air like a beast, and with a sound piercing through her ear, it directly slashed her shoulder, blooming into a beautiful blood flower.
The blood stained her face, the high-speed autumn grew cold, bringing an unprecedented sense of desolation to the rhythm of autumn.
Luckily, she did not let go, listening to the sound of a watermelon exploding not far away, forcing her Spirit to halt Ye Fengsheng's struggle. In the agony, Qiu Yun and Ye Fengsheng fell to the ground together.
