crashing down, layer upon layer, each wave stronger than the last, shaking the red light curtain, causing it to shimmer with halos. 。For several seconds, the gold gradually faded. 。The soaring dragon...She was still a woman, looking like she was in her twenties. A light gauze veil covered her face, and she wore a white dress. 。Her delicate figure was partially concealed by the white sand, and a pale hand reached out, pointing at Ye Xinglan's nape. 。Stars reappeared, appearing with pinpoint accuracy behind their own head. 。A crisp "ding" sound 。e mental manifestation appear on Qilin Douluo Tong Yu's body, his eyes widened in awe. 。If the Xing Luo Empire could produce another Limit Douluo, it would be a significant boost to its national powe...