The battle between the middle-aged man in white and the mysterious elder grew increasingly fierce. Under the fierce onslaught of the man in white, the mysterious elder gradually found it difficult to parry.
His body was covered in wounds, and his demonic energy grew thinner and thinner, resembling a flickering candle in the wind.
The middle-aged man in white, on the other hand, grew bolder with every strike. His swordsmanship flowed like drifting clouds and running water, and every single sword stroke carried a tremendous suppressing force that left the mysterious elder gasping for breath, feeling as though a towering mountain were pressing down upon him.
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