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... its own.
Thunder split the sky, wild winds screamed, and massive rocks shifted, blocking the sword light of the Scholar, grinding it away bit by bit.
The raging wind wailed like ghosts, and the roaring thunder was like an enraged Heavenly God.
Amidst the storm, Anfeng stood alone in his green robe, his demeanor ice cold.
Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing were still trapped within the world, their status below his, unable at this moment to take action.
Perhaps out ...
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