"What is that sound?"
In the long night, the shrill sound of the wind rose, and the caravan guards raised their heads only to see a crimson figure plummeting from the mountaintop.
Wu Yin raised his hands in the air, pressing palms together to form a seal.
From the spot between his eyebrows, a strange, deep red light began to spread—
The caravan had a total of six Qi Refining Masters.
With Wu Yin's realm, there was no need to even open his Grotto Heaven to kill them.
A sweep of his Divine Thought was enough to easily shatter several people's Divine Sea.
The power disparity between the two sides was too vast.
But it was precisely for this reason that Wu Yin did not choose to kill them immediately.
What he wanted to do was to please himself in the limited space of an hour.
