Lu Ya wore a fishtail crown on his head, and he was striding through the astral steps. His expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and he no longer had his usual calm and composed appearance of a daolord.
To him, every step he took, every seal he burned, was like a life and death battle with a powerful enemy. He couldn’t afford to miss a single step, and he had to completely cooperate with the Cardinal of the Great Dao, he had to condense the remaining time into a few short moments.
The Scarecrow was gradually covered in a layer of blood-red light. There was a faint trace of handsomeness on its face, and it was indescribably eerie and eerie.
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