As for the subsequent confrontation with Lin Xingjie, there wasn't much to talk about.
When the girl dribbled the ball near the hoop, Jiang Lei wanted to step forward but couldn't even get close— the Black Evil Spirit by his side was swallowed up in a single gulp by the chaotic, muddy flow. That Evil Spirit, burning fiercely like a black torch, stood no chance in the face of the surging waves from another world and couldn't even struggle.
The flames were extinguished, leaving only some remnants in the air;
At the same time, the momentum of the turbid flow hadn't faded, splashing like waves against the rocks and knocking Jiang Lei to the ground.
In the face of such astonishing superpower opposition, basketball skills themselves were utterly unimportant.
"It seems there's no need for Xiao An after all."
The class leader girl beside him whispered.
"Hmm, Xing Jie still knows what she's doing. It's just..."
Xu Xiangyang sighed.
