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Coming out from the cave, Long Haochen couldn’t help but sigh faintly. It was as if there was no daytime in this world of darkness and flames. The muddy atmosphere made him not dare to breathe directly. Erecting a Holy Mantle, he covered himself inside.
The air was quite warm, and looking far away, one could discern some twisting light.
Haoyue didn’t seem to mind the vile environnement. Slowly crawling out from the cave, his five large heads were lifted up together, looking ahead. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed that muddy air, as if cultivating by absorbing the air coming from here like that.
In flashes of light, his comrades were summoned beside Long Haochen. They immediately took formation: Long Haochen, Zhang Fangfang, Han Yu and Wang Yuanyuan were guarding the four sides, with Lin Xin inside and Cai’er directly vanishing gradually at Long Haochen’s side.
