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Under the moonlit night, numerous warriors from the Iron Blood Mercenary Group sprang into the air above the small town, unleashing a vast display of dancing blade lights and sword shadows, howling towards Chu Yi and his three companions.
Zhou Tong, at the rear, bore the brunt of their assault.
Feeling the deadly fluctuations behind him, Zhou Tong jolted into action, fixing his eyes on the four figures piercing through the air ahead, his gaze suddenly turning fierce, "Hmph! If I can't live, don't even think about escaping!
A glint of blade light flashed, and a broadsword appeared in his hands as he dodged to the left and right. Amidst the radiant night sky, there were three successive flashes, and three sharp and ruthless slicing airs tore through the void, viciously striking towards the three.
"Since you're courting death, I'll grant it to you!"
From the front, Chu Yi's cold shout suddenly resounded.
