The man was not in the mood to fight. He just wanted to run away. He turned into smoke and was about to reach song qingxiao, but the woman in the middle of the street did not move, as if she had not reacted.
The street was extremely wide. As long as he could leap over and escape the siege, the crisis would be mostly resolved.
A trace of joy flashed in the young man's eyes. He took a deep breath and was about to go around song qingxiao's side when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness, as if he had been pricked by a needle.
"A spiritual attack?" A trace of panic flashed through the man's mouth. Under the severe pain, his spiritual power stagnated, causing him to stagger and stop for a moment.
In that instant, the girl in the middle of the street turned around and took a step forward to stand in front of him, instantly blocking his way!
