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Jiang Ding stood with his hands behind his back.
Standing not far from the teleportation formation, he silently watched the horizon.
The six escaping lights slowed more and more, until, a few miles away, they concealed their breath and approached bit by bit, coming within a hundred meters of the demon monkey.
Xu Zheng, the young man with a pale face, suddenly felt a surge of fear and slowed his pace.
"Kill!"
His short and plump fellow disciples, however, did not notice his distress; they muttered under their breath and then, with a low shout, simultaneously threw out five glowing top-grade magic tools, gold spears.
Xu Zheng instinctively activated his mana and also threw out a top-grade magic tool, a gold spear, to serve as the primary array base.
