Less than two hundred meters from the cliff, Yang Feifei was rushing over at top speed.
"Bang bang bang..."
A burst of gunfire echoed, causing her heart to tighten involuntarily. She looked towards the cliff, hoping silently that Lin Xi, the little rascal, was alright.
But before she could get much further, she heard an even denser round of gunfire, along with a faint roar. She couldn't tell whose voice it was.
"Damn it!"
Yang Feifei's face showed urgency. At this moment, she was going all out, racing towards the cliff at an unprecedented speed.
At her speed, the cliff was vaguely visible, and she could just about make out four figures on the edge, one of which seemed to be Lin Xi's.
Getting a bit closer, she clearly saw Lin Xi's figure moving at remarkable speed, followed by two people falling backward.
"This rascal!" Seeing this, Yang Feifei couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, thinking to herself, "How is he so strong?"
