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"Oh…" The Golden Core Elder was on a tall tree, feeling smug about his successful ambush as many people lay in pools of blood below him, with only a few still alive.
But what was the deal with the other party's colorful stick?
He had created a Spiritual Aura Defense Wall in front of himself, and the colorful light reflected the light from his flying sword back against the wall, breaking the defense and striking him instead.
The Golden Core Elder then brought out the Golden Bell, which emitted "Ding-dong, ding-dong," sounds. From inside the bell, some ghostly spirits sprang forth, pouncing towards the crowd.
Members of the Blood Clan, low in cultivation but instinctively possessing magic defense, rose from the blood pools. Their jaws gaping wide, they had transformed into monstrous creatures, and they had grown in size—where was their appearance as ordinary people now?
The gaping maw of the monster, with claws and mouths, tore and bit at the spirits.
"Guālā guālā!"
