The duo, suspended in midair, came crashing down. Zhan Beiye looked up to see the cliff quickly zooming out, and he flipped Meng Fuyao over and above him without hesitation.
With him as a cushion, she might have a chance of surviving the fall.
However, amid the light and fire, she let out a grin.
"Stop!"
Meng Fuyao jerked her wrist, and their bodies stopped in mid air. Without a break she extended her hand, hoping to swing him back up, but not before he did the same first.
"Take the guy who shot the fireball down first!"
"Okay!"
Meng Fuyao sprang herself back onto the cliff and raised her hand, laughing, "Have a taste of my Scattered Flower Needles!"
The person on the opposite cliff dodged intuitively but felt something coming his way. Angered, he lifted his firearm again and aimed it on the enemy's side, only to feel a pair of burning cold eyes on him.
