C169 I Collected the Holy Yin Cold Gathering Dew

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Beneath the cloak of night, Ling Yunfan, with Mu Bingyun on his back, was locked in fierce combat with Hutian and Ye Xinghong, both Martial King Level Two warriors. Their movements were swift as the wind, their weapons clashing in a dance of light, each impact resonating with a thunderous echo that threatened to send avalanches cascading down the mountainside