"No!!!!"
Ling Huxiang cried out with a sobbing voice, and at the same time, she slammed heavily into Dong Xingzhou, the two of them clinging together, rolling upside down and tumbling rapidly downward.
On the other side, Zhu Huida was struck by Lv Yuanhua's palm and fell while coughing up blood, growing further away from them and disappearing from sight.
"Diao Deyi..."
Having slightly regained her balance, Ling Huxiang couldn't help but clench her fist, and by now, they had fallen to at least halfway down the mountain, and their descent was only getting faster! Faster and faster!
Lv Yuanhua above was long out of sight, leaving only layer upon layer of thick clouds.
With no time to mourn Fang Yu's death, Ling Huxiang was immediately faced with the issue of how to save herself.
It was at that moment that Ling Huxiang did not notice the feather tightly gripped in her hand, showing slight creases from being held so long.
