"Let her go."
Just as Li Feng lifted Lin Wan'er's chin, Beicheng Xue bit down on the tip of her tongue, her spirit rejuvenating, and in mid-air, like a drunk Dragon Roar Sword, letting out a dragon's roar.
Subsequently, it shot towards Li Feng's back.
Li Feng sensed the attack of the Dragon Roar Sword, leaping and dodging the sword, rolling to the ground as he looked up at Beicheng Xue.
The drug's power is still not enough.
Li Feng felt a bit helpless; his chairman's office was quite spacious, occupying nearly half a floor. While grand, it made the Mandala Fragrance he lit difficult to fill the entire room quickly.
Even if it spread, its efficacy greatly diminished; there was some advantage though, as the opponent remained unaware.
Li Feng had been stalling time, hoping the effect of the Mandala Fragrance would accumulate to an outbreak.
