Drifts of red clouds floated with the wind, breathtakingly beautiful. Green mountains and clear waters merged into a seamless expanse of water and sky.
By the time dawn approached, Ye Long could no longer suppress the exhaustion washing over him. Throughout the entire night, he had lost count of how many times he had swung the God-Slaughtering Saber, yet every single strike had been blocked without exception. He was like a plaything in the grasp of that shadowy figure—he could neither defeat her in battle, nor could he leave!
Unable to hold back any longer, Ye Long cursed aloud to vent the fury burning in his chest:
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