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The ice-cold seawater was as black as ink, as if it carried an endless amount of magic.

Jiu Muli watched as Jiu Xuanling was thrown into the eleventh palace, then watched as Meng Xianyue suddenly doubled his speed and easily broke through the ghost-face demon's pursuit, the killing intent in his heart boiling.

She was falling rapidly, and around her, ghost-face demon were chasing her