C1991 Martial saint

Deep within the endless primal mountain range, a desolate and ancient Qi pervaded the air, the roars of the Demonic Beast resonated endlessly, the brutal and tyrannical Qi filled the air, surging forth with demonic Qi in all directions.

Ling Yun stood on top of a set of giant stone. His eyes were slightly closed, his long hair fluttered in the wind, and the clothes was floating.

Behind him