Now, it has been ten years since Yan Yin's attack on the realm of the Martial God. At this moment, Yan Yin was quietly hanging in the air like a cold statue. He had no breath, his blood had stopped flowing, and he just sat there motionlessly, as if he was dead. Beside him, a figure shrouded in the clouds and mist was standing there quietly. Suddenly, a thunder came from the cold starry sky. A purple lightning that cut through the starry sky slashed towards Yan Yin from above. A huge colorful thunder cloud appeared above Yan Yin's head.