Chen Ran was horrified, his back hair standing on end, instinctively taking a step back with his right foot when a black hand reached out and grabbed his chin!
His view was filled with Wei Tianyang's face and the azure sky, then, turning a few degrees to the left, his cheek rapidly approached the ground, the pain from the friction of mud and gravel against his cheek was both real and cruel.
Pain seared on his cheek, half of his head buried in the mud, as he crazily rushed in a certain direction, his body tipping over, his hands trying to grasp something, but catching only air.
In a brief moment, he left the ground and then, was also far from Wei Tianyang.
Suddenly, he realized that he had been thrown out by Wei Tianyang.
The fierce wind howled, chilling like a knife, his body swayed in the tempest, not yet touching the ground, when he saw Wei Tianyang jump in front of him, his exposed skin turning an iron-like gray.
