C117 Fighting Yin Lao

The giant hand, which covered the sky and the sun, was accompanied by a dark shadow. In an instant, it had enveloped Ling Jian.

However, that shadow was still there. The youth that stood atop the Sword Soul was unprecedented calm. There was no sadness or joy on his face, only silence and serenity.

It was as if there wasn't even the slightest hint of fear on the youth's body