Lin Naoi’s body glowed with glittering brilliance as her body suspended in mid air. While wind glanced by her slender figure and delicate skin, her hair and her dress began to dance along with the bellowing wind.
Silver Wing was drenched in blood; even that pure head of silver hair was now stained with a scarlet red. There were many wounds on his body, and each gaping wound on his body was a startling sight to behold.
The two stood abreast, hovering side by side in the sky above the Mountains of White Snake. Both of the two were exhibiting an imposing temperament despite the injury that crippled Silver Wing almost to death.
Chu Feng stood in the canyon below. He drew his bow and arrows in hand, quietly watching the movements of his enemies overhead. Chu Feng realized that Silver Wing was hovering at an altitude right beyond the reach of his arrow, making the killing of him a tad more difficult.