The chilling wind rose once more, and the mist surged violently.
Pairs of crimson eyes lit up within the churning fog, surrounding Xu Yuxiu from all directions. Accompanied by bursts of bone-chilling laughter, the sound echoed through the swirling mist.
Faced with this situation, Xu Yuxiu wore a solemn expression. The Lihuo Sword in her hand was already wreathed in scorching flames, illuminating the surroundings brightly, yet the light was unable to penetrate the rolling fog.
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