One hundred prohibition shadow phantoms transformed into a sky full of black qi, roaring and swirling like a hundred Heilong, churning frantically around the array. Every rotation was like a meat grinder, tearing the bizarre surrounding plants into shreds.
With each rotation, these bizarre plants spewed massive amounts of red liquid.
Xuanxiao made rapid hand seals, forming them in a blur, and gave a low shout:
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