The cloud of smoke on the ground was suddenly pushed to the side as a disheveled Yu Ming charged out of it. Her robes were wrinkled, and her hair was messy as she floated in the air once more, looking at the dark clouds with anger within her cold eyes.
She rested one of her hands on her hip and raised the other into the air, pointing her finger at the heavens.
Seeing her actions, Noah, for some unexplainable reasons, recalled a plot of a novel from Long Tian's previous life and felt a bad premonition budding in his heart.
The next second, Yu Ming grinned at the sky and exclaimed wildly, "That all you've got?"
The clouds above rumbled, as if the heavens accepted her challenge.
Noah chuckled with a wry smile on his face. "Now you've done it."
He could feel it, the annoyance in the wind and the will to put the brat in her place charging.
This time, two bolts came down—twisting through the sky like serpents aiming to strike from both sides.
