The attack came without the slightest warning.
The woman's face changed completely.
Instinct made her shout, "Dodge!"
Hou Shiyan's body swung to the side and flew away, narrowly avoiding the wing-blade's direct strike.
But the wing-blade suddenly spun from behind, pivoted, and shot toward Hou Shiyan again.
Just as it was about to hit, Hou Shiyan seemed to lose control, as if gripped by some invisible force.
In a whoosh, it was yanked upward by more than ten meters.
Qiao Sang felt something and looked to the front-right.
Where there had been no one before, a middle-aged man appeared — black hair, blue eyes, skin pale — and beside him was a cat-like pet beast about two meters long, mostly white, with a crescent-shaped ornament on its forehead.
The cat-beast carried the man on its back.