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After a short period of silence, a heart-wrenching roar came from the bushes. Hearing this roar, everyone's spirits were lifted.

Zheng Batian held the black broadsword tightly in his left hand. The broadsword was dripping with red blood and solidifying as it fell onto the ground.

Zheng Batian's face revealed a hint of pride. He looked at the Witch Beast not far away and was extremely happy