Clawing, with razor-sharp teeth...
Instantly turned to dust.
The dust flew up, not a speck landed on Pu Qinghan.
The smell of blood and slaughter was so heavy.
Sudden gust of wind.
The dust and smell of blood were blown away.
Pu Qinghan saw Sui Yi just across the street.
Wooden clogs, a small vest, casual long pants, a thin windbreaker.
Slim figure and charming demeanor, with an air of elegance.
Long hand stretched out, spiral force rose in the palm.
The scattered sheets of paper on the ground floated up, emitting a clear tearing sound, overlapping in her palm.
In such a terrifying situation.
Many people saw her faintly smile.
That smile was too... disorienting.
Yue Beiqing saw Sui Yi appear, feeling a bit stunned. Previously, when Ye Zixu called her, she thought it was just Ye Zixu, after all, Ye Zixu managed the Thousand Buddha Hands for years, handling many supernatural beings, even cooperating with the Imperial Guards a few times — they were quite familiar.
