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And a guy wearing blood-red robes hung down softly. Qi Yunxiao's brows were locked together. His face was like an ancient well, unperturbed, but the thick smell of blood rushed towards him from all directions!

"You're courting death!" At this moment, an axe appeared in his hand. It was a blood-red axe, and the bloody aura on it was magnified limitlessly. At this moment