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"All my Other Shore Race have been killed by you, why, why won't you let me go?"
The battle in the canyon had stopped. In a corner, a girl who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen and had exquisite features, but was covered in blood, could barely hold onto the long spear in her hand. She glared hatefully at the five cultivators forcing her into a corner, her lips bleeding from biting them.
They were all at the Divinity Transformation Stage, equivalent to Tier Five Celestial Martial Level experts of the Demon Race, and the spiritual power around them allowed them to walk on air.
"Little girl, don't pretend you don't know what your Other Shore Race has done!"
