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Next,
Jiang Ding no longer took action all the time.
His flying trajectory wasn't a straight line, but twisted and turning, occasionally even doubling back.
This was to avoid the enemy determining his location through the trail of casualties, and then ambushing him on his inevitable path.
Yes, he might not necessarily be afraid,
but one only lives once, so there was no reason not to be careful.
After a while, he closed in within thirty kilometers of the Qiyu Sect's marker.
Nearby, a large number of Qiyu Sect disciples had gathered, along with disciples of Xuetu Hall, their Magic Glyphs shattering explosively as the two sides engaged in a brutal fight to the death.
"Kill! Annihilate all the traitors of Xuetu Hall!"
"Those who retreat, their entire families will be turned into walking corpses!"
A kilometer away, Jiang Ding silently stopped in his tracks to watch, making no move.
It wasn't that he was cold-hearted.
