Jiang Lai, dressed in a loose short-sleeved top, denim shorts, and white sneakers, stepped in front of Zhang Fan, blocking his path, just like that day on Zhenwu Mountain.
"Hm!?"
"Lai Lai, you're finally here." Jiang Hu shouted out.
"You can still fight?" He Fei glanced at Jiang Lai, an odd look flashing in his eyes.
"Why are you here? Weren't you on leave?" Zhang Fan asked out of nowhere.
"You can't handle this."
Jiang Lai's gaze slanted sideways, glancing at Zhang Fan, her face expressionless as she spoke.
"You two are really chatting in front of me!?"
He Fei's cold voice suddenly rang out.
Rumble...
Immediately, torrents of blood energy shot up, whipping through the air like fox tails, surging madly toward Jiang Lai.
Buzz—
Almost at the same moment, Jiang Lai moved. In the barely 100-square-meter space, her body darted and twisted, moving as fast as an afterimage, flashing and lunging among the blood-colored tails.
Bam—
