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However, before he could catch his breath, the sound of metal clashing could be heard, and a cold gust of wind blew by once again. This time, Tang Yanwen didn't give him another chance. His sharp, parched claws mercilessly slashed at the black robe in the dark night like a thunderclap.

"Puff …" Sharp claws slashed across the black robe, and four scratches appeared on it