Líng Yīyī looked at the golden light of the three figures disappearing and clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Finally, I've managed to send those three stubborn donkeys away."
She turned around, staring at the World-Devourer clone trapped by the formation, a dangerous curve playing at the corner of her lips. "Now, it's your turn."
The shadow seemed to sense the crisis, struggling frantically and letting out a shrill screech.
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