At this moment.
Under the pressure of death.
Zhao Xiaoying gazed at the three sharp tail hairs, and the "heat" throughout her body instantly boiled over.
A burst of explosive power, coming from nowhere, surged within her.
The Long-legged Sister naturally performed her most common and favorite move—a roundhouse kick.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of wind rose up around her out of thin air.
Zhao Xiaoying pivoted on her left foot, swung her right leg, and spun her body, delivering a fierce kick.
"Bang!"
There was an explosive sound.
The sound was comparable to firecrackers.
The "heat" inside the Long-legged Sister's body seemed to find an outlet and gushed out.
Zhao Xiaoying instinctively and rapidly shook her long legs three times as if guided by intuition.
"Pah! Pah!"
Three muffled bangs followed.
She distinctly sensed that every time she shook her leg, a crescent-shaped peculiar force flew out.
