Lin Feng had already guessed the answer, but his tactic of surrounding Xie Yixiao with his Clone soul skill had been shattered.
The clones vanished, yet Xie Yixiao's attacks didn't cease.
He flicked his right-hand fingers, the handsome elf gracefully "playing the piano," drawing waves of screams from the crowd.
Most of them were women.
And faced with the lightning that kept falling, Lin Feng could only dodge repeatedly, like a small boat swaying in a storm at sea, seeming perilous, but always managing to escape disaster.
Beneath the dark clouds, Lin Feng hadn't been injured, but compared to the elegant "piano-playing" Xie Yixiao, his panicked retreat made him look utterly disheveled.
Xie Yixiao once again displayed his prowess as the top Thunder Technique mage.
While Lin Feng, just as before, appeared powerless.
In the audience stands, seeing Lin Feng's helpless appearance, Ya Ge's brows furrowed slightly and she clenched her fists.
