C290 His Head Fell

Jiang Yun was underneath the sea surface of the island, and no one knew how deep he was. He was slowly converting his aura. On the island, Ling Zhuangzhuang stood up like Jiang Yun. At this moment, the sky was filled with dark clouds. It was not a sign of the thunderstorm coming, but another reason. It wasn't the rain that gathered in the dark clouds, but the dense lightning