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... ugh the dark mist and arrived at the Sol Sword Sect.

The Sol Sword Sect at that moment in time.

What remained of them was just two elders at the Liberation Stage who had been recalled. At present, they were absolutely no match for the Empyrean Sword Sect. With five elders arriving together, the Sol Sword Sect was captured at once.

The rules that governed the dark mist were in fact a little cruel.

All the Sol Sword Sect’s elders and even some of their disciples who ...

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