C581 Poor Thing(2)

As soon as the door opened, a powerful gust of wind and air pressure began to invade the entire cabin. Shen Xiang tightened his grip on the Zhanmadao and threw it out of the window.

He rode on his Zhanmadao, riding on his sword, enjoying the sensation, even making a cobra maneuver in the air with interest before accelerating to land on the ground