It was a slow waste of ti. The red Dark Iron Sword ate the energy attack a little at a ti and the world outside the mirror beca increasingly transparent.
On the Abyss Island…
He ran, she chased until her face turned ashen.
“Ahhh…”
Rao Yaoyao’s face was red with anger.
She overheard the random chatter of the Spiritual Cultivators who passed by.
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