Come, Fight!

"Child Yin!"

Ye Qing Luo cried out sharply as she stepped on air; that strong airflow beneath her feet continued to proliferate.

Her alluring eyes emitted a biting cold intent as she stared at Child Yin directly, calling out harshly, "Come, fight!"

Saying that, she was like an arrow which was released from the bow as she flew into the sky.

"Rawr rawr—"

Child Yin's eyes were filled with viciousness as it stared at this outrageous human who dared to pierce its eye.

The other eye which was alright was red with murderous qi.

Ye Qing Luo laughed coldly as she clenched her feather fan tightly, immediately preparing to attack.

The feather fan was encircled with profound qi and that gust of hurricane was totally on a different degree than previously.

Especially those lively iron wires, it came revolving in spirals covering the earth and skies, with nowhere to escape.