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Rumble …
Terrifying roars continuously sounded out in the sky.
At this moment, the sky was filled with drizzling rain. Yan Yu was holding an ancient zither in her hand. She was playing a bitter and strange zither tune while fighting with the ghostfire skeletons around her and the black smoke from the cold winds.
"Hmph, get the hell out of my way!" With a cold snort, Wang Feihu