In the most murderous manner, the jade-colored beam that had the shape of a butterfly smashed towards Wu Qi's forehead as it drew a curved trail in the air.
With a strange smile on his face, Wu Qi clung himself tightly against Yu Hehuan's back and raised him up before him, using him as a living shield. As Wu Qi had his stature shrunk a moment ago, and Yu Hehuan was a man with an extra burly figure, the entirely of Wu Qi was well protected behind him.
Abruptly, the jade-colored beam took a sharp turn, nearly brushing against Yu Hehuan's face as it bypassed him and continued flying towards Wu Qi's temple with an ear-splitting whistle.
