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Feng Kuan took a few steps forward, and with a wave of his hand, the other Undeads immediately retreated.

"Come! If you can win the sickle from my hands, I am willing to follow you! "

Jiang Mo nodded.

"Alright, I like your speed of speech!"

Jiang Mo's hands gripped the hilt of the Thunder God's Sword. His right hand suddenly slid down the hilt of the sword. The hilt of the spear