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"Charge, and scatter his soul to the winds!" commanded Tong Zhiyuan to the eighteen warriors clad in brownish-gold hemp garments beside him.
The martial cultivators moved to attack. They appeared to have steel-like physiques, with terrifying strength in their arms and legs. Moreover, these eighteen were in perfect sync with each other. As they advanced, their movements were uniform—sometimes they approached swiftly like snakes, and sometimes they spread out like raptors swooping in for the kill.
"Kuuuao!!!!!!!!!"
As the sky darkened, a mysterious roar erupted from the forest at twilight, immediately followed by a mighty surge of Yin Evil Breath from all around Hongtian Peak. It was as though countless fierce spirits were reaching out their claws, frantically tearing at everything in their path!
Just as the eighteen brownish-gold-clad warriors reached Zhu Minglang and were about to set up their killing array, the raging Yin Evil Breath swept them all away.
