Yang Yuan, who had anticipated it, waited expressionlessly.
Zhao Jiayan and Jiang Yiyi weren't the least bit flustered, long used to it.
At that height, the Funeral Crow wouldn't fall.
Sure enough, after dropping to an altitude of over five hundred meters, the Funeral Crow regained its senses.
Seeing this, Yang Yuan leapt up vigorously.
With a loud "boom," he shot into the sky like an arrow: "Catch me, you damned bird!"
A shock wave rippled out, and the spot where he previously stood collapsed.
Zhao Jiayan quickly pulled Jiang Yiyi back.
The superpower users, frightened and scattered by the falling Funeral Crow, were all amazed at the scene.
"Isn't Master Yang Yuan a Conceptual Superpower User? How does he have such terrifying jumping power?"
"What's there to be surprised about? Master Yang Yuan being incredible is normal, isn't it?"
"Exactly, can Master Yang Yuan be like ordinary Conceptual Superpower Users?"
