C146 The Metahuman

Fear filled Yang Qiancong's eyes as a black pattern emerged between her brows. Her fiery red hair stood out as she suddenly clenched her fist and swung at Xueling.

"Smack!"

Xueling's hair fluttered from the force of the punch, but she extended her palm and blocked Yang Qiancong's blow.

"Who are you?"

Xueling sensed that something was amiss with Yang Qiancong. Her hair had turned a fiery red