It was a clash of pure strength, a display of raw power and primal artistry. 。After adjusting his qi and blood, Tang Wulin breathed a little heavily. His right arm was slightly cramping from overuse,..."I don't think so. My nephew is the most skilled at creating miracles." 。" Zhenhua said with a smileaps, when I break through to the sixty level soul power and become a Soul Emperor, my soul core will be successfully condensed. 。He still has a trump card up his sleeve. At that time, he will directl...