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One said he was of the Demonic Path, another called him a Demon Head.
There was naturally no need for further discussion.
Gu Changhe pointed with his hand, and the scattered maple leaves began to spin, tearing through the air with a whooshing sound, rotating like blades, flying towards Song Yin from all directions.
The red leaves were already falling like rain, filling the sky, and there simply was no time to dodge them all; they struck Song Yin's body, but the leaves couldn't even cut through his clothes and were directly repelled.
Clang clang clang!
The maple leaves touched Song Yin's face, sparking as they rubbed against his cheek, and then were bounced away once again.
Useless...
