"Boom—"

Han Muye slashed down with one sword, and the sky sphere of light shook, but did not shatter directly.

His expression remained the same, and he said in a low voice, "Help me in formation."

As his voice fell, Qian Yiming and the others behind him quickly formed a battle formation, condensing the power of qi and blood in his body, condensing it into a stream, and turning it into a blood-colored long sword.

Han Muye drew the sword light in his hand, and the blood-colored long sword merged with the sword in his hand, and then cut it straight down.

"Boom—"

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