C128 The power of the battle body

Half a kilometer in front of him, a man wearing gray clothes stood silently on the mountain ridge. His long cloak fluttered in the wind.

He looked to be in his twenties. His brows were slanted and his eyes were like stars. His skin was fair. He stood with his hands behind his back. Even though he didn't say anything, the aura he exuded was suffocating.

Seeing him, Ling Yu's pupils contracted