C167 Sword Sheath That Absorbed the Green Light of the Soul

Fifty zhang, forty zhang.

Meng Yang's grip on the spiritual energy light blade tightened.

Thirty zhang, twenty zhang.

Meng Yang closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

Fifteen zhang, ten zhang—the distance was closing rapidly, and everyone's heartbeats grew heavier and more frantic.

Their hearts felt like they were pounding out of their chests