The dragon roared silently, and the ground shook for thousands of miles. Du Yuming and the others, who had quietly retreated, vomited blood from their mouths, and their bodies were paralyzed.

The Half-Holy Sword Cultivator, who stabbed a sword from Huang Zhihu's back before, shuddered all over, unable to hold the sword in his hand and dropped it.

The face of the Taoist who originally stood by the sword cultivator changed, and he turned around and ran away.

But the figure moved, and the whole body suddenly shook, and then slowly turned into blood mist.

Aura arose.

A semi-holy cultivator,

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