As the battle progressed, the demonic cultivator gradually figured out Dòu Gāoxiáng's routines, and he estimated to himself: this opponent is far less tricky than I imagined. Thus, the demonic cultivator laughed audaciously.
"Hahahaha! Your strength is nothing much. If we keep fighting like this, you're a dead man!" His laughter was filled with contempt and confidence.
Hearing these words, Dòu Gāoxiáng knitted his brows, his gaze staring like a torch at the demonic cultivator's figure.
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