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Facing Zhu Rong's Ancestral Mage who was roaring as he charged towards him, the Highest hierarch was not anxious at all and appeared behind his back with the four swords.

The blade of the sword hung upside down, its murderous aura billowing like billowing smoke, shocking the world and making it desolate.

"Crap!"

Di Jiang immediately opened up his pair of wide wings, sliced through the air