"Die!"
The Highlander woman shouted.
Her arm muscles had noticeably swollen, her skin turning bronze as if cast from metal, and the heavy axe as big as a cartwheel in her hand was as light as a stick, swinging furiously and creating a fierce airstream with an astonishing momentum.
This did not seem like a joke; she truly intended to split him in half.
You have the wrong person!
Ji Xinghuo's expression changed slightly, but there was no time to explain. Three-colored Scale Armor emerged on his hands as if he had slipped on a pair of gauntlets, and he stepped forward to meet the charge.
The Highlander woman's combat skills were excellent.
Though her chopping seemed wild with rage, it was completely under her control, adjusting the angle of the blade with her movements, the action fluid and free.
All of this was within Ji Xinghuo's expectations; he took a step, and before his foot hit the ground, he suddenly disappeared.
Instant Step!
