Face-slapping, Round 11 (5)

Feng Wu couldn't be bothered to deal with Sefiro. Right now, her top priority was Seven.

Her mind raced.

Seven was a Spiritual Lord. Although he was severely injured, he was still more than good enough to kill her. Therefore, she couldn't let him reach her!

Whoosh —

Just then, Seven dashed toward her at top speed.

His lean dark figure arched in the air as he aimed for Feng Wu's cliff.

The top of the peaks were very narrow. Roughly, they were only ten meters in radius.

Seven had obviously done the calculations, and his aim was very accurate. If everything went as planned, he would land on her cliff.

Seeing this, Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.

She couldn't afford to let Seven land on her cliff!

While Seven wasn't looking, Feng Wu had a handful of beans in her hand.

"Hm —"

Sefiro had been watching Feng Wu the entire time, so she noticed this and tried to warn Seven.