C83 Clean up the City

Lin Yin smiled faintly. With a casual grab, the spiritual energy in his palm condensed into a sharp blade.

The moment Lin Duanlang saw the blade of the spiritual energy, his body immediately started fighting intensely.

A few clansmen beside him hurriedly called out to Lin Duanlang, "Patriarch! Patriarch. . . What exactly happened?"

"A weapon formed from spiritual energy. .