over force—it was all beyond his reach.A solid piece of silver, under Tang Wulin's forging like a raging storm yet steady as a mountain, gradually shrunk. The silvery gleam on the silver faded, replac...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. 。 。A trace of pain flashed across Wu Changkong's eyes. 。“You're just too stubborn. ” 。"A woman with white hair sighed." 。The long dancer's eyes returned to their icy coldness, "If that weren't the c...