Yiran's eyes, however, were filled with a sharp and piercing gaze. Her gaze was fixed firmly on Tang Wulin, as if her martial spirit, like a predator, was ready to strike at any moment. 。"Set off" 。...In a single leap, Tang Wulin had already soared into the air. He did not release his martial soul because from the opponent's previous ability to transform into mist using their spirit ability, he could see that his own martial soul would be of little use. 。flame were. 。Tang Wulin leaped to his feet, his eyes gleaming with golden light. 。Internal qi and blood flow upward, the right hand manifests a golden dragon claw with streaks of starlight. 。A golden...