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From afar, hearing Zhong Lihe's call, Chen Mo frowned slightly, wondering what the old man was shouting about.
But he couldn't afford to pay attention now. He looked up at the sky, his pupils slightly contracting, his expression showing a hint of gravity.
"This is..."
Clang—
The swords and blades inserted into the ground started to tremble vigorously, emitting waves of buzzing.
Vast Evil Qi surged out like a blood river flowing backward, gathering at the dome above. From the scarlet vortex, faintly came a soul-stirring scream!
Whoosh—
A gust of eerie wind howled, the blood mist obscured his vision.
When his sight returned, the Mountain of Blades and Tomb of Swords had already disappeared, leaving a blood-soaked battlefield in view, as if he were standing on the ancient battlefield!
Numerous mutilated bodies broke through the soil, crawling onto the high platform, continuously tearing and gnawing at Chen Mo's flesh!
