In the vast territory of the Great Xia, whether among the common folk or those with extraordinary power.
The impending calamity, they know just a fraction about it, and many are even completely oblivious.
However, in this unawareness, Lin Ping'an, single-handedly and silently, quelled that latent crisis.
At this moment, Lin Ping'an's eyes were deep like a sea of stars, his every move exuded calmness and poise.
To him, everything was merely a trivial matter done with ease.
Soon, his eyes glinted sharply, and the palm he extended resembled a deity suppressing heaven and earth.
Casually, he subdued the scattered spiritual power points hidden within the interlayers of space.
He counted silently:
"One… two… three… four… five… sixteen!"
"Interesting, I didn't expect this turmoil to flush out so many lurking ancient beings."
Lin Ping'an curled his lips into an amused smile, but in his heart, all was clear.
