C581 Magical Technique
The host was a decisive person. Upon seeing Yu Yuan nod in agreement, he harbored no doubts and set things in motion without hesitation.
Whoosh!
Streams of golden lightning burst forth from Chen Qingyan's forehead, nostrils, and ears.
Each wisp of golden lightning, a fusion of spiritual energy, vitality, and remnant soul, possessed the power to soar through the skies, pierce metal
