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Three consecutive swords charged toward the front, but their speed was so fast that not even the sound of wind could catch up before they reached the vicinity of the Eternal Night Tribe chieftains.
Without waiting for the Eternal Night chieftains to make a move, the man on their left swept out with one hand, and the three sword lights instantly shattered into thousands of pieces, slicing a stone spire thousands of meters away to smithereens.
"You're seeking death!"
Ye Xiao and Ye Mo felt an intense humiliation. A man who hadn't even reached the middle level of the Eighth Tier Earth Immortals actually dared to ignore them and even provoke the three chieftains directly?
"Eternal Night Dark Fist!"
As he swung his right arm, Ye Xiao's fist was enveloped in a layer of black fog. This fog was so profound that one's sight could not penetrate it, and it even absorbed the sunlight from above, becoming part of the darkness.
