The slender youth suddenly spat out a sound.
Although the sound was not loud, the moment he opened his mouth, a grey, hazy ball of light spurted out.
The green light pierced into the ball of light and involuntarily hesitated slightly.
Seizing the chance, the slender youth merely cocked his head and narrowly avoided the needle.
Just at that moment, Liu Ming, who had been standing still, suddenly stamped one foot on the ground. His entire body shot forth like a bolt, with a flicker, he ghostly appeared beside the slender youth, raising his hand and stabbing straight with a blue ice cone.
The slender youth's face darkened, his hand, which had crushed the wind blades, blurred and unceremoniously blocked the ice cone while sneering, "You think such magic can harm me? Wishful thinking."
Seeing this, a strange expression suddenly crossed Liu Ming's face. His figure blurred abruptly, and he shot backward.
