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... s ripped free from their sheaths with a piercing, brutal sound. Without a word, they separated swiftly, erasing any hope of retreat. One lunged from the left, the other from the right, crafting a deadly pincer.
Neither of them bothered to circulate qi. Their spiritual reserves were nearly depleted, yet they pressed on without hesitation. After all, they had been pressing Ye Qingfeng for a long time now.
From the moment Ling Yuexin—the Rank Eight remnant soul and Ye Qingfeng’s mas ...
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