Yan Han and the other two women could only describe it as deeply concealed; they could only say this, too deeply concealed. If he were to truly regain the strength of his earlier years, Bai Yunlong would likely suffer a fatal outcome now.
They understood Ling Tianyu too well; once he decided to kill, there was little chance his target would escape.
The forceful gust of power was still present, sweeping through the surrounding buildings until they crumbled into dust, pulling the flowers and grass on the ground into its maelstrom.
This was not an ordinary wind; it was the result of excessive power. If an ordinary person were caught in it, death would be their only fate.
This was extremely powerful.
With palms clashing, Bai Yunlong had already exhausted all his internal strength but still couldn't take down Ling Tianyu. Bai Yunlong began to doubt whether his strength had regressed.
