"It's over, this woman is thoroughly enraged, and she's targeting us now..."
"Miss Sima, come down quickly and transfer positions..."
Seeing Yamanla catapulting toward them like a cannonball, Meng Shaotao and Yamada Keiko, who were standing under the artificial hill providing protection, shuddered in fear, their faces turning pale as they involuntarily cried out in alarm.
Unfortunately, with a distance of just over a hundred meters, and Yamanla at her strongest state in the Ninth Stage, her speed was too fast. Even if Sima Qing leaped from the dozen-meter-high artificial hill, it was already too late.
The moment her figure touched the ground, she would be met by the fist of Yamanla, who had just arrived, and blasted apart.
"I'll stake everything!"
As these thoughts flashed through her mind, Sima Qing muttered under her breath as if in a trance, staying put instead of moving.
