Temple of Techniques
Editor: Millman97
The white figure stopped; it was a tall woman in silver jet armor. She looked down at Li Yao with a slight smile of mockery.
The woman was almost 1.9 meters tall, but her four limbs were evenly distributed and brought absolutely no feeling of clumsiness. On the contrary, she gave Li Yao the impression that she was as fast as a swallow. It was quite odd.
Her nose was high, and her eyes were deep. Some of her hair was gold, enshrouding her in an exotic vibe.
Yet, she was eyeing Li Yao with despise and contempt, as if she was scorning his cowardice.
Li Yao did not realize the reason until a moment later.
The dodging movement he had performed just now made it look like he was so scared by the Wolf Fang that he had simply fallen to the ground.