Chapter 267: Is it Over?_2
Translator: 549690339
The silk threads pulling Ao Moang's duster instantly tautened. Had the duster not been of high quality, it would have likely snapped under this massive counter-push.
"Ah~"
A feeling of weightlessness.
An indescribable sensation of weightlessness was stimulating Ao Moang's nerves, causing his face to change color drastically and making him let out a cry of alarm.
"Tsk tsk~ I forgot to give you this little guy a shield!"
Xuanqing shook his head with a laugh. His left hand agitated the Plantain Fan again, and his right hand condensed mana, casting a light mask that shielded Ao Moang.
"Huh~"
Ao Moang breathed heavily, a trace of horror flickering in his eyes.
What kind of object is this fan that Sir possesses? It's so powerful, could it blow a person ten thousand and eight thouand miles away if fanned towards them?
As if seeing the horror in Ao Moang's eyes.