However, Nen Lu wouldn’t let Su Luo have an easy time of it either. She finally sent a heavy palm strike towards Su Luo.
The pit of Su Luo’s stomach was hit by that palm. Su Luo only felt a metallic sweetness in her throat, and then a huge stream of blood wildly sprayed out.
At this moment, both of them were at the edge of the cliff. The bitingly cold wind screamed through the mountains, blowing on the two bruised and battered people, who were on the verge of collapse.