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"Cheng Qing, don't worry about me, quickly retreat!" Song Qianshu's eyes turned red as he continued to fight. He shouted at Cheng Qing without looking back. In the eyes of Song Qianshu, before long, they would be drowned in the flood of Uighurs. "Let's go with Song Zhenghu's cultivators!"

There weren't many cultivators left of the Song Feudal Lords. Other than Song Qianshu