Whoosh
Qin Tian slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which turned into a cloud of white mist in the biting ice wind and gradually dissipated.
This kind of intense and earth-shattering battle felt like walking on a tightrope, where even a slight mistake could lead to death or disappearance.
Even though he had revealed all his trump cards, he could still feel the immense pressure that loomed unceasingly.
Fortunately, he was strong enough, and his comrades were formidable and reliable. The fierce battle ended without any real danger, achieving a perfect conclusion.
Yang Ling's cloak fluttered as he gracefully descended from mid-air, landing in front of Qin Tian. His eyes carried a mix of strangeness and astonishment as he looked straight at him, "Is this your bloodline ability as well?"
Recalling the battle just now, the Ghost Coffin, which even made him deeply fearful, was easily broken by Qin Tian, with its spirituality entirely drained.
