The night was dyed in crimson and the moon was blood red like a bewitching. Lin Yun stood firmly in this atmosphere with his silver mask. He emitted a silver radiance while his silver hair draped down longer than normal. As his hair fluttered in the wind, Lin Yun held onto the Divine Indigo Jade Bamboo Flute.

Leng Aoran wore a devilish smile as he smiled like an asura from hell.

Staring at Lin Yun, he said, “I’m surprised that you dare to show up after seeing my Profound Sky ...