"Ning Qiankun, there's no way forward, will you not stretch your neck and die?"
Nalan Yanfeng, instead, remained still, standing there with a cold smile and a look of inevitable victory.
However, Ning Qiankun turned his head, coldly saying, "There's always a way out, I say there is a way, and once placed in a deathtrap, I can revive as well."
With that, his figure soared high, hurtling toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Hiss..."
Everyone gasped, watching Ning Qiankun's figure draw a perfect arc, crashing into the floor-to-ceiling window.
With a loud crash,
a human-shaped hole was struck in the window, glass shards flying everywhere, making the members of the Nalan Clan dodge repeatedly.
Once they regained their composure amidst the chaos, they found Ning Qiankun had vanished.
Damn it.
Nalan Yanfeng was furious, quickly rushing over, holding onto the broken window to look down.
She saw Ning Qiankun was actually running downward with his body perpendicular to the wall.
