C1682 Frontage

Ling Yun's white robes fluttered as he stood with his hands behind his back. The violent wind blew his long hair, causing the clothes to flutter, and it emitted an ethereal aura, floating out of the mundane world, like a demon above the ninth heaven.

He raised his head slightly, and looked at the gigantic pitch-black palm that was slamming down. Looking at Yan Huang's stiff face