She quickly expanded her divine sense, attempting to locate Yingren. However, Yingren's speed was astonishing; his figure was like a ghost, flickering unpredictably across the battlefield and making him utterly impossible to catch.
"Sister, watch your back!" Tushan Rongrong suddenly widened her eyes, a look of horror washing over her face as she shouted a warning. Her voice sounded somewhat thin against the cold wind, yet it was laden with anxiety.
Hearing her sister's mental transmission, Tushan Yaya did not hesitate in the least. Her body moved like an agile panther as she whirled around instantly. The Extreme Cold Power in her hand condensed in a flash, and as she spun, she unleashed a fierce strike backward. Pushing her palm forward, a white wave of chilling qi shot out like a sharp blade toward her rear.
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