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Under the heavens.

In front of the North River Secret Realm.

The three thousand Ink Cloud Guards stood there silently. They were like exquisite statues, yet they also seemed like ruthless killing machines.

The black armor shone brightly under the light of the Scorching Yang.

A flag made of ink was flying in the wind.

Boom!

A baleful aura that overflowed the heavens surged