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Birds flew together and twined around the clouds.

Zhao Peng's feet lightly floated up, his feet deviated from the ground and his toes tapped on the ground. One by one, bluish-white sparrows surged out from Zhao Peng's body into the air, forming a beautiful scenery.

At this moment, the thousands of immortal sparrows took the shape of a Tyrant Wyrm. Within the light