ecome increasingly refined. 。 Stalks of blue-silver grass spread out, radiating towards where Wu Changkong was dancing. 。Tang Wulin's ancient moon behind him raised both hands, and the two soul ri...In a single leap, Tang Wulin had already soared into the air. He did not release his martial soul because from the opponent's previous ability to transform into mist using their spirit ability, he could see that his own martial soul would be of little use. 。til this moment, and suddenly struggled desperately. 。The mob boss raised his hand and smashed her forehead with the butt of his gun, blood flowing instantly. 。"Stop!" Tang Wulin shouted, halting his...