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Pang Jian mechanically swung his sword again and again.
Each beam of sword light that flew upward clashed with the dazzling shadow of the blade light from the Devil Scale Tribe warrior, bursting apart in an instant.
Between the two fighters, the sounds of the air exploding were incessant.
In that interwoven sea of dazzling light, mixed with their respective spells and Qi and blood, their battle was in a state of intense consumption.
However, the Dazzling Shadow appeared composed throughout, clearly not showing her full strength.
Pang Jian concentrated deeply, his expression focused, as he treated every sword strike with utmost seriousness.
Yet, just as the warriors from the Flame Clan, Ghost Clan, and Bull Demon Tribe avoided their clash and were about to enter the Lead Cloud to pursue Zhou Qingchen and the others, Pang Jian suddenly became distracted.
