Qin Li was stunned for a moment, but he snapped back to his senses in an instant. With a furious shout, he leaped into the air and viciously kicked the black monster. The impact felt like striking an iron plate—it was incredibly solid and heavy!
"HISS!"
The monster let out a pained, furious shriek. Qin Li's kick sent it flying toward the opposite bank. The small river was only seven or eight meters wide. Before he even landed from his kick, Primordial Power surged through him, allowing him to halt again in mid-air like an eagle snatching a rabbit. He drew the Fine Steel Sword from his back and thrust toward the spot where the monster was about to land!
It all happened so fast that Bu Yunyan was only just now snapping out of her shock. Her mouth was slightly agape, her beautiful, seductive eyes wide with disbelief as she murmured, 'What kind of technique is that? Yellow Level, Rank One?'
