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"Humph!" Just as Yi Luo Xiang dodged in time once again, a cold snort rang out, and Yan Qingying finally arrived at the scene. Without a word, she materialized thousands of vague phantom spiders that surged towards Po Kong like a blanket covering the sky.
Seeing this, Po Kong once again sent out three streams of Sword Qi, howling as they swept towards the mass of phantom spiders. The sword's radiance shattered several illusions, but the vast majority of them completely ignored the attacks and continued their onslaught.
Po Kong was first surprised at the sight, then sneered coldly. With a push of his left hand, a pale-black Shield was once again erected, unflinching against the relentless assault of the phantom spiders.
