Midair.
Pfft!
A staggering figure suddenly shifted out of the range of the thunder.
Lin Zixiao spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body covered in blood, charred inside and out by the strikes, his eyes revealing deep fear.
He was deeply shaken, full of lingering fear.
If it weren't for the Substitution Technique, he would probably have turned into ashes like the other two on the spot.
Lin Zixiao looked back deeply at Qin Ming, dragging his severely injured body, transformed into a black Escape Light, and disappeared.
Qin Ming was shocked at this moment, "He's not dead?"
He just saw Lin Zixiao in the thunder, suddenly turning into a burning paper figure.
Then he instantly escaped beyond the range of the magical attack.
His methods were truly beyond comprehension.
Qin Ming used his Divine Thought, scanning the area where the fight just took place.
He was frustrated to find, just under that strike.
