Taking advantage of the moment when the psychic attacker was gathering his strength, the man who was attacking in close range clenched his fist and closed in again.
Song qingxiao's reaction was much slower, perhaps due to the influence of her mental power.
When the fist whistled towards her, she gritted her teeth and staggered back until her back hit the wall. She could no longer retreat, so she turned to the side to avoid it.
This time, it was a close call. Although the man's fist didn't hit song qingxiao, the wind from his fist swept past her shoulder, bringing a few strands of hair beside her cheek. With a bang, she landed on the wall behind her.
The gravel and mud on the wall fell down with a 'Sha Sha' sound. The gravel that was sent flying scratched her face, and some sand flew into her eyes, causing her eyes to hurt.
