uan En Yehui's hand held the dark magic sword, radiating an ominous purplish glow. 。Both of them held their swords high above their heads, pointing towards the sky. 。A melodious voice and a low, guttu...e 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 tha...