The wind felt like soft gauze, gently cushioning his body; the faster he plummeted, the more he could feel the air as a solid entity.
An Xuan was falling.
Aboard the air shuttle, just as everyone was anticipating their arrival near the destination, an explosion had rocked the front of the vessel. Teacher Guang had been the first to rouse the other two examinees from their meditation, then coughed up blood—she had used her own cultivation to bolster the shuttle’s defensive arrays, blocking the first volley of missiles. But even with her level of cultivation, she could never withstand a second wave.
Chapter 588