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A soundless and formless stream of air suddenly rose from the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. It abruptly flew towards the surface of the river fire door, and the air seemed to be torn apart with a whirring sound, causing the green strands of Huo Sanlang's hair to dance in the air as he squinted his eyes.

The index finger of the taut red thread in his hand lightly hooked up