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Boom! Boom! Boom!

A soft rumbling could be heard as Yan Xuewen formed a halo around his palm, repeatedly attacking the grayish-black threads. However, the grayish-black threads' momentum did not diminish; instead, they became increasingly fierce!

Gongsun Zui expressionlessly raised his hand, and even more black-grey threads curled upwards from his body. Then, they shot towards Yan Zhaoge