However, at the moment of new and old forces alternating and everyone believing victory was in their grasp, a hint of coldness passed through Li Yan's lowered eyes.
He took a deep breath, a breath so deep it seemed he wasn't inhaling air, but madly drawing in some invisible substance from the surrounding mountain forest.
Clatter~
The scale armor on Arm Guard Thousand Thoughts shook in unison.
In the mountain forest, especially in the area recently ravaged by the disaster of the "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" and where many had died tragically, Yin Sha Qi was already dense.
At this moment, as Li Yan drew with Thousand Thoughts, the cold air within dozens of feet, the remnants of wandering souls, blood evil grudge power, all crazily converged towards him as if attracted by a black hole.
Beneath his skin, there were no more silver snakes crawling, but rather a foreboding dark cyan color emerged.
