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The wind blew.

A breeze, a gale, a gale, a gale.

All the wind condensed on top of one arrow and another, piercing through the clouds. The golden arrow did not have any impurities, and the sonic booms were loud enough to blow one's eardrums apart.

For the first time, Hua 300's face underwent a drastic change.

Three hundred blood flowers gathered in front of him, turning into a blood-red flower