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North of the ten thousand year mountain range.
In the underground city of the hengduan Hills.
In a pitch-black and steep Canyon.
Suddenly, there was a squeaking sound.
Immediately after.
It was the sound of messy footsteps.
On the cliff of the Rift Valley.
A dark green flame appeared out of thin air.
They were like reconnaissance planes tailing the group of black shadows that were fleeing in a hurry on the ground.
Not long after.
The green fire turned into the shadows of Wizards riding brooms to drive away their enemies.
The faces of those shadows were blurry.
But it gave off a sharp feeling.
The moment these shadows appeared.
The black shadow below was fleeing in an even more sorry state.
However, their running speed was still not as fast as the sorcerers who were riding sorcery brooms.
In the blink of an eye.
The black shadow was caught.
The high and mighty Wizards raised the magic swords in their hands.
