Bai Fu took a deep breath, dusted off the grime clinging to her, and then gracefully soared out of the ruins.
Hovering beneath the starlit sky after breaking free from the semi-collapsed building, everyone could now clearly see her.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Bangula was on the verge of madness.
Bai Fu not being killed by the battleship's cannon had already made him start to doubt life itself, but what was he seeing now? Not only had Bai Fu not been killed, but she also appeared completely unscathed!
Indeed, not a hair was out of place on Bai Fu's head; that detestable silver-white ponytail was still swinging in the wind.
Bangula felt as if an invisible rope was constricting his throat.
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
"What do you think?" Bai Fu taunted.
Guess, what is there to guess!
