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Whoosh!
The Sword Qi was sharp!
The black sword, bringing with it an endless chill, seemed almost to merge with the Mo Ke River, appearing so serene and bone-piercingly cold.
At the sight of this sword, Wen Chanyi couldn't help but pause, her face showing a look of confusion.
This...
What exactly was going on? Why did she contain a tributary of the Mo Ke River within her brow? It was well-known that the Mo Ke River was a totem of the Ming Clan and that only demonic masters had the control over it.
Moreover, where the Mo Ke River flowed, bones were left unspared.
Even she hadn't expected that her body would actually possess a tributary of the Mo Ke River; it was simply unimaginable.
But she quickly realized what was happening. This sword was all too familiar to her, its aura unforgettable.
Clearly, only a demonic master from the Shanhai forbidden area could achieve this.
