C88 The Pulse Condensation Period Lin Miaoran

In that instant, the chill of death felt like countless steel needles piercing Chu Yan's flesh, bone marrow, and soul.

The white-bearded elder's palm loomed larger and larger in Chu Yan's vision, drawing ever closer.

Suddenly, Chu Yan's breath quickened, his heart thudded at a frenetic pace, twice as fast as usual. His blood roared in his veins, the sound unmistakably clear