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"Rise, Rise, Rise …"

The fiery-red flames rose up and vaguely turned into a long illusory figure that swallowed the fiery-red core. The figure of the long illusory figure hovered above him. In Wu Hen's hand was an incomparably bright and sharp silver flexible sword. An evil smile unconsciously flashed across his ordinary face after he changed his appearance.

Suddenly …

In the middle of the air