C632 The Awakened Tyrant

The strong wind blew Han Jing's hair, which had been combed, into a mess. Waves of cold air swept across her slim body like knives. In the blink of an eye, more than ten scratches appeared on the surface of her trembling robe. Three of them cracked open and blood quickly appeared.

However, her movement was not affected by this. She slowly pulled back the long spear that was pointed diagonally