"Bad."
Jiang Feng's expression wasn't looking good.
The three figures were sent flying by the violent tremor and collision. Two of the red silhouettes spun irregularly in the air twice before stabilizing and landing, pressing their legs into the ground to create a trench over ten feet long.
But the third figure wasn't looking as good.
The entire person spun five or six times in the air without stabilizing, blood pouring from mouth and nose. Both hands seemed somewhat deformed, and upon landing, couldn't steady themselves. Just as they were about to fall, Jiang Feng rushed over to catch the person mid-air.
"Damn it!"
He cursed in his heart.
Because the impact Lei Chuyu suffered made him exert all his strength to stabilize the other person's body, even though he could feel that a dark force inside Lei Chuyu lingered without dispersing.
"Cough, cough cough! Whew—"
