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Han Yan's voice wasn't loud, but it contained an enormous domineering aura, as if he was definitely able to accomplish what he had said.

Wu Zhi's face darkened and he subconsciously took a step back. He then cupped his fist and said: "Fellow cultivator, if I leave now, will you really let me go?" He was afraid, because he could clearly feel that no matter how powerful the spell he cast was