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brushwood God of Illustions!

In the air, Bai Xiaofei, who had his wings spread out, was flying. Beside him, Yun Tianhe's wings were exactly the same as his. The crystal ball in his hand constantly showed the direction and trajectory of the blood mist.

"This golem of yours really is quite useful."

Bai Xiaofei looked at the pair of wings on Yun Tianhe's back and broke the tense atmosphere