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... ter, the stench of blood growing ever more pungent.
Li Mo stood in the center, his form far from resembling that of a cultivator, his luminous skeletal frame even more eerie and inexplicable than the sword ghosts themselves.
"Jie jie jie."
As Li Mo walked, bits of fragmented flesh fell sporadically to the ground.
He observed the Calamity Worm, which struggled desperately while attempting to channel spiritual power, only to find itself hopelessly bound and powerles ...
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