Baili Xia once again realized that Wu Ming's skills were truly remarkable, seeming no worse than Uncle's.
Having such a powerful person at Uncle's side, would it be a lot of pressure?
"Are you coming up or not?" Wu Ming above frowned like a sharp sword, growing impatient.
"Coming."
Unfortunately, the bracelet listened to Uncle and was sent back to Xiaoxiao for redesign. Otherwise, it would have been easy to get up.
Baili Xia took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and rushed towards the wall.
As she approached the wall, she mimicked Wu Ming's actions, forcefully kicking her right foot against the wall.
With inertia and the force from her foot, she propelled herself nearly a meter upwards.
But it wasn't enough; there was still about twenty centimeters from the wall's edge.
Just as she was about to fall, Wu Ming's outstretched arm quickly moved over, firmly grabbing Baili Xia's left hand.
Then, with a forceful pull, Baili Xia was lifted up.
