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The Golden Threaded Blade in Yun Lan's hand was still dripping with blood. The smile on her face was as strange as a demon from hell as she walked step by step towards WindWithoutTrace. In the cableway, all obstacles were no longer divided into several parts.

"It's your turn."

At this moment, Yun Lan's face was pale and her lips had lost their color. Beside her, WindWithoutTrace, Illusory Sky