A beam of light, like a blade falling from the sky, vertically split the earth wall and collided with the triangular spikes.
With a clear clang, Qin Yu slashed through the mudflow with his sword, performed a backflip and crushed the skull of an evildoer, then landed on the ground with another backflip.
Turned his back to the raging winds that were approaching.
His long hair fluttered.
Winds from above.
Generated by a helicopter.
Twenty.
Right, this evildoer was named Kasuo.
Indeed, on those twenty airplanes were markings of certain special symbols from the West.
Affiliated camps of special ability users from the West.
They had arrived.
On one of the airplanes, Xiao Tingyun put down the locator and looked at the Western powerhouses, who appeared distinct from her as an Easterner.
These people were all grave, and amidst such seriousness, Amy, dressed in a sleek combat suit, fiddled with her weapon and cracked a pre-battle joke with Xiao Tingyun.
