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"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The swordsman's golden fan left his hand at this moment, streaking across the fiery light. Twenty or so men in a row fell to the ground dead in an instant.

There were a lot of pursuers behind him, so he couldn't care less as he ran towards the corridor to the east.

The more he walked, the quieter it became. There were many small rooms on his left and right