Ying Ge's face turned deathly pale. Without a moment's hesitation, she leaped into the air to flee.
Chu Yue gave her no chance to escape. Another crack of a whip tore through the air.
Ying Ge had barely flown ten feet high when her ankle was suddenly snared, and in an instant, her body was yanked violently downward.
She was holding Ye Qianning in her arms. The force yanking on her ankle rendered her helpless. If they crashed, the girl in her arms would be crushed flat.
Mustering all her strength, she threw Ye Qianning clear before crashing heavily onto the ground herself.
SPURT.
Blood sprayed from her lips.
Ye Qianning was like a kite with its string cut, arcing through the air as she plummeted toward the ground. She was falling face-first, and her eyes reflected a sharp, jagged tree root directly below.
The tree, as thick as a child's arm, had been severed by a sword at an angle. The break was incredibly sharp and pointed directly at her face.
