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"Careful!" Zhuge Feiyun yelled. The sky in front of him was already blood-red. A shadow quickly condensed in the sky. Although it was still faintly discernible, it gave off an incomparably powerful pressure.

It was said that this was the Blood God's Mirage. It was a technique that belonged to the Blood God's Scythe. The blood-red phantom held a huge battle sickle in its hands