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The night was somewhat chilly, the moon hung high in the sky, and the stars were sparse.
Ye Ling and his two companions walked along the silent streets, completely deserted, not even the chirping of birds or insects to be heard, an eerie silence that sent chills down one's spine.
"Just take care of yourselves, don't worry about anything else," Ye Ling said, "I want to see what kind of tricks they can pull. Xiangjiang? Hmm."
Ye Ling sneered. He could clearly sense that eight Golden Core Stage strongmen were slowly approaching from both in front and behind, and they were even setting up a Formation with suppression as its main purpose.
The Formation permeated the air, slowly taking shape. Ye Ling could distinctly feel the Spiritual Power of heaven and earth gradually disappearing, and most importantly, a terrifying pressure following suit.
