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... y lasted a second before he snapped back to alertness.
The Triangular Shuriken in his hand thrusted sharply, immediately igniting a clash akin to golden war drums, sparking flames as the icy chill of the Death Demon Scythe brushed past his neck.
At the same time, he felt severe pain in his left shoulder.
The blade of the Death Demon Scythe embedded deeply into his arm, tugging at the hard bones as it cut through, though hindered by their toughness.
The chilling pa ...
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