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... s against the Black Water Vortex Cannon, which seemed as if it would pierce the heavens and the earth.

The mighty weapons in their hands, carrying the power to destroy a Blood Sea Space, cleaved towards the vast white bone hand.

Su Han drew near with his sword, and in a blink, he was already beside Yimu Han, his Black Sword like a fine thread, slicing towards Yimu Han’s head.

Yimu Han was greatly alarmed and hurriedly retreated, raising his weapon to defend.

That ...

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