C62 Soul Power!
A blood-soaked figure shielded Ximen Qingxue, her wrist ensnared by Lin Yan's crimson grasp. Lin Yan's eyes, fierce with a bloodthirsty glare, bore into her like an Asura emerging from the depths of hell.
"Stay away from her!"
Lin Yan had transformed. Though still in the Martial Pulse Early Period, his aura surpassed the terror of the Middle Period.
In his eyes danced a soul fire
