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 but yet potent, subtly stirred as if drawn by the land's mystical energy.

Before him lay a patch of grassland littered with Immortal level herbs and plants.

The entire path was a vast plain where even the air shimmered with the faint traces of spiritual qi. Flowers of unimaginable colors swayed gently, their petals releasing faint auras that hinted at hidden medicinal properties. The grass glowed faintly under the fading sunlight, each blade stood sharp enough to be considered a standalone weapon.

Yet, the tranquil beauty of the scene was marred by the sounds of battle.

CLANG!!

"Die!!"