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... of chaotic spiritual qi around him. Experienced cultivators would immediately know that something happened in this place. Mo Lihe was feeling the chaotic energy in order to know what happened to Mo Yan and the others.

Before Mo Yan fought, he sent a message bat to Mo Lihe, informing him where Zhao Hai appeared. Therefore, Mo Lihe rushed over as soon as he could. It took him two hours to arrive at the area. By that time, Zhao Hai had already taken Mo Yan and the others away.

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