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... moment.
The black-robed cultivator’s expression suddenly turned fierce, and with a face full of madness, he yelled, "You forced my hand! Die with me!"
Just one second before the chilly mist could envelop him, he threw his spirit sword toward Li Zhirui’s location and inverted his mana, his aura becoming violent.
Li Zhirui’s face slightly changed, and he immediately retreated at high speed. Without his control, the spread of the cold air slowed considerably.
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