Xiao Xian's ball, upon collision, inevitably slammed heavily into the basket.
The basketball hoop shook violently, the net swaying as well, the entire square trembling, while people's breaths and eyes, all paused and widened at that moment.
Unable to clearly hear, following the death-like silence behind her, a volcanic torrent of cheers erupted; Xiao Xian only knew she felt awful.
At this moment, Mao Yi and Qu Yang wore indescribable expressions. And him behind her, was he also looking at her with incredulous eyes?
Everything became unimportant. In fact, right after the powerful dunk, Xiao Xian's brain had lost the ability to think independently.
Such domineering spiritual power, like an inexhaustible spiderweb, much stronger than the copper-quality spiritual energy of her copper space, completely enveloped her. The spiritual energy was too powerful and dense, Xiao Xian could feel a surge of copper-quality spiritual energy being forced out from within her.
