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... round was in tatters, particularly where Li Muxiu and his companions had been imprisoned; the place had become a battlefield with several huge pits dotting the landscape.
At this moment, in one of the deep pits, an elderly Daoist in tattered robes lay collapsed within the hole.
His hair was disheveled, and his flesh was blurred with blood.
The sword that once slain thousands of demons on behalf of Dayu was now inverted and plunged into his chest, pinning his body merciles ...
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