"Eh?" As Lin Qiao dodged his attack, Lu Zhuofeng immediately descended from the sky and found that he had lost the trace of the enemy.
'She hid fast!'
He stood on the broken roof of the warehouse and glanced where Lin Qiao leaped off before looking around. Right at that moment, he suddenly sensed a stream of coldness coming from behind him. Hurriedly, he leaped away and sprung up into the sky.
He turned to where he stood and saw Lin Qiao standing there with a palm raised, smiling at him creepily.
Looking at that wisp of dark fire on her palm, Lu Zhuofeng froze.
"That… that's…"
Lin Qiao grinned and said, "What? Do you find it familiar? Would you like to feel it? It'll make you feel even more familiar!"
While finishing her words, she suddenly clenched her fist and threw the fire at Lu Zhuofeng.