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... mount of core formation cultivators gathered, each one of them almost injured. A refined-looking scholar sitting at the top, his face pale and breath fluttering like a candle in the wind.

“This is an order from the supreme elders? Do you have any objections?”

The former leader of the Ghost Soul Sect tightly gripped the Six Yin Ghostly Flame Fan in his hand. This semi-immortal artifact was the only thing that could offer him any comfort and courage at this moment.

He was n ...

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