Mr. Hei pursed his lips tightly, suppressing the mouthful of hot blood that threatened to erupt. His condition was the best of the three. Unlike Bei Mingyuan, who had borne the brunt of Zhu Ao's counterattack, or Bai Qi, who had over-exerted himself and was now a spent force, he could still fight.
As for Zhu Ao, she was clearly even more heavily wounded.
The black, vortex-like wind tunnel hung strangely solidified in mid-air, completely motionless. It looked like a stone rotting from the inside, or the jagged maw of a giant monster.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... After a brief pause, it suddenly sprang to life. The void-like background coalesced into a solid form, revealing the figure of Zhu Ao, who had now returned to her normal size.
