On the right, the airflow fluctuated slightly, even a light object falling would have a subtle path, let alone a person. Even if you match the speed of the wind, the minute differences still change the direction of the airflow, more importantly, the cold hardness emitted from metal. If it weren't for these hooks, Xiao Lin might not have been able to discern the direction in such a short time.
The short sword swept horizontally from inside to out, with two clangs, brilliant sparks extinguished. Xiao Lin pushed the gravity away, and the woman disappeared once again.
This time, he wasn't foolish enough to wait, instead, he took the initiative to attack, determining the woman's path of retreat to predict when she would launch her second attack. So he threw the short sword a short distance away, tiptoed slightly, and was already in the air. From the corner of his eye, the red shadow emerged the moment the short sword hit the ground.
