C281 The Embryonic Form of the Strategy

The air in the pitch-black alley was oppressively still, with not even the slightest breeze stirring. The temperature was noticeably higher than outside.

"Chi!"

The fleeing Rank Seven warrior leapt into the air, gliding for a moment before his toes tapped the ground and propelled him upward again. As he did so, he spun around and hurled an object directly at Xia Yi's face