"Drip!"
Lieu Zhanxiao glanced at his shoulder, then looked at Feng Yizhu beside him.
At this moment, Feng Yizhu also happened to be looking at Lieu Zhanxiao.
At the same time, both of them noticed the bloodstains beneath their feet.
Obviously, in that uncertainly intense strike from Yang Xin, both of them had been injured. If not for their speed, they might have ended up like those vanished martial artists, not knowing whether they turned to dust or their traces disappeared completely.
Yet, to avoid that strike earlier, both were still injured. Although the injuries weren't severe, they were wounded nonetheless.
Even if they didn't want to admit it, they couldn't deceive themselves.
The ray of light unleashed by that little girl had an attack power far beyond what they could withstand.
They weren't sure why a little girl was so powerful, but they knew very well that if they hadn't dodged that strike, they would have suffered a massive blow.
