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Black Impermanence was dressed in black, and his face was pale. Her five fingers were as thin as steel and shaped like a tiger's paw. From above, she grabbed at Wen Zhu's head.
Wen Zhu took out his treasured sword and slashed upwards. A wave of cold light flashed. Black Impermanence quickly turned around and floated down to the ground.
"He laughed coldly. You think too highly of yourself