"Heh heh heh..." The mysterious powerhouse let out a sinister, terrifying laugh, sounding just like a Yè Xiāo, making one's skin crawl.
Ye Shuli tightened her grip on the long sword in her hand; the warm touch emanating from the Divine Artifact slightly eased her tension.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, completely devoid of wind, with only the rustling of leaves sounding like ghostly whispers, adding a touch of eerie bizarreness.
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