Fan Mengxue was blasted several thousand meters away, barely managing to stand upright after An Yan rushed forward to catch her.
"Meng Xue, how are you?" An Yan asked urgently.
Fan Mengxue waved her hand to indicate she was fine, but as she moved, a trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of her mouth, clearly showing she had sustained serious injuries.
Despite this, her eyes were still full of a fierce intensity as she coldly stared at Luo Wuqing.
"The phrase 'defeat is certain' should be reserved for yourselves!"
With that said, Fan Mengxue's figure suddenly shook violently, transforming into black fog, rushing toward Luo Wuqing.
Luo Wuqing sneered, "Truly ignorant of death!"
He then casually waved his hand.
Boom!
After a loud bang, Fan Mengxue's black fog almost dissipated, and her form fell out.
But at that very moment, Fan Mengxue suddenly shouted loudly.
"Now is the time!"
