"!" Wang Yan barely had time to glance back. Rings of Purple-Red Flame swirled around Fairy Purple Smoke's slender, jade-white hands as she watched, somewhat stunned, as he went flying through the clouds and mist...
Wang Yan felt nothing but bitter regret...
Only now did he understand...
Was this why Wang Ziling had vanished? Had he been blasted straight out just like Wang Yan was now?
Worse still!
Whoosh, whoosh! Wang Yan suddenly wondered why he was falling so fast. His body felt as heavy as a mountain...
It was as though...
As though...
An unimaginably powerful suction from the abyss was dragging his entire body madly downward.
His expression turned ugly. He felt himself falling faster and faster. If he hit the ground, he would surely be smashed to a pulp...
"Hah...!" Red-Light Flame swirled around Wang Yan's hands. With a sudden roar, astonishing power erupted from his fists, and he hurled two punches into the space below...
Boom! Boom! Two tremendous fists of Red-Light Flame blasted out, slowing Wang Yan's fall a fraction...
But!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...! The instant his body slowed, Wang Yan felt a distinct pulling force seize him. His descent abruptly accelerated, his plunging speed climbing without cease. The furious wind lashed his skin painfully, and he fell faster and faster...
Just then!
"This... this high!?" Fairy Purple Smoke gazed into the mist-shrouded void and murmured, an odd look crossing her face. Then she said coldly and haughtily, "Hmph! Serves him right! He deserves to die! Cloud Mountain has a flight-prohibiting restriction!" With that, she turned to leave, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through her lower body...
"Ugh!" Fairy Purple Smoke frowned and cried out in pain, cursing bitterly, "Damn it! That damn bastard...!" As she spoke, her eyes reddened and her nose stung.