Yunxiao sucked in a cold breath. Mo Xiaochuan's face was cold, and the heat waves from his body were constantly blowing at him, giving him a bone-chilling feeling. His eyes were red, just like the flowing liquid of the southern Fire gold crystal mine.
When the familiar face appeared in front of Yunxiao, his mind was thrown into chaos. Bits and pieces of memories emerged in his mind, and his emotions fluctuated violently like a tidal wave. He could not help but tremble slightly.
In everyone's eyes, it was as if Yunxiao was trembling under the pressure of the other party's aura, and their hearts felt like they were being crushed by a huge rock. Yunxiao's strength was obvious to all, and if even he could not compete with him, what were they supposed to do?
Tan dijun said seriously,"Ying Lin, what's this man's strength?" Even if it's poisonous, it wouldn't have such a terrifying power!"
