Zhao Yin vs Stormwing Shadow Leopard

Elsewhere, Zhao Yin strolled with unhurried steps, his long black hair flowing like a shadow in the breeze, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings with quiet intensity.

His Ancient Yin Body, though dormant, pulsed faintly with a subtle, almost imperceptible energy, as if drawn by the mystical aura of the land.

The air around him seemed to grow colder, the faint whispers of yin energy trailing in his wake like a silent predator.

Before him lay a patch of grassland unlike any other—a place where Immortal-level herbs and plants thrived in abundance.

The entire path was a vast plain, its beauty otherworldly.

The air shimmered with faint traces of spiritual qi, and flowers of unimaginable colors swayed gently, their petals releasing faint auras that hinted at hidden medicinal properties.