On a mountain path, a tall young man walked with a wooden stick in his hand. He tapped it on the ground rhythmically, making a "tap-tap-tap" sound as he slowly moved forward.,At this moment, Su Lin's complexion was flushed red, but Ling Feng's whole body was covered in bulging veins, his forehead beaded with cold sweat as he endured the immense pain of being corroded by yin energy.,Su Lin cried and hid in Su Shixiong's arms, sobbing, "Father, Ling Feng...he isn't human!"。