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The nameless island, within the safe zone.

The specks of light turned into sword Qi that filled the sky, like willow catkins dancing around Wu Hen's body. Formless Blade held a silver sword in his hand as he stood proudly in front of the small formation.

Swish swish swish swish swish …

Dozens of silhouettes flew over from the left and right, splitting themselves into nine camps on their own