Wherever he passed, the air was torn apart by his figure, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
But Xie Wen's "Feixu Qingyan Technique" is unparalleled, unmatched in the world.
His posture was light and agile, resembling willow catkins dancing with the wind, gentle and free; like rising light smoke, ethereal and illusory.
Shi Fengli exerted all his strength, as if chasing an elusive shadow, yet he could never touch the hem of Xie Wen's garment. Every time he seemed about to catch up, he always narrowly missed.
Amidst the heated battle, Qi Meizhen was like a dazzling star, radiating brilliant light on this blood-and-fire interwoven battlefield.
She wore a tight-fitting red outfit that perfectly hugged her body, outlining her graceful and curvaceous figure, displaying a woman's gentle beauty.
Her dark and shiny long hair was tied high, with a few strands dancing wildly in the fierce cold wind, adding a sense of recklessness and gallant spirit to her appearance.
