Ye Fan stood quietly atop the dark clouds, his figure as upright as a pine, seeming to merge completely with the heavens and the earth.
His deep and sharp eyes stared fixedly at the churning black energy below and the gigantic claw that reached out from the darkness, blotting out the sky.
Ye Fan’s brows furrowed slightly, like two small hills lying across his forehead, revealing a hint of solemnity.
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