"Hahaha..." The mysterious powerhouse gave a gloomy, terrifying laugh, sounding like a Yè Xiāo calling out, making one's hair stand on end.
Ye Shuli tightened her grip on the long sword in her hand; the warm touch coming from the Divine Artifact slightly eased her nervous state.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, without a shred of wind, save for the rustling of leaves like ghost whispers, adding a sense of eeriness.
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