Wu Qianqian flew out, dropped onto a piece of flat ground far away, and fainted, unscathed.
"Go back!" Zi Xieqing stood high above, her white clothes and beautiful hair fluttering in the wind. She shouted seriously to Chu Yang.
Chu Yang turned a deaf ear and ran back at top speed.
Zi Xieqing's look was complicated. She bit her full lips and looked at Chu Yang's running figure. There seemed to be tears flashing in her eyes.
That giant golden hand descended abruptly and grasped towards Zi Xieqing.
Zi Xieqing stood completely still, staring at the figure of Chu Yang rushing over. She didn't dodge the giant hand above at all.
The hand was just about to reach Zi Xieqing's shoulder, when Chu Yang was still four hundred feet from her.
