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The sky was filled with a swaying sword rain.
From Wang Ye’s eyes, purple thunder flew out.
In mid-air, the purple thunder, about ten meters in diameter, collided with the sword rain.
The swords turned into white iron mist under the impact of the purple thunder.
After piercing through layers of sword rain, the momentum of the purple thunder was visibly weakened.
"Is this your full strength?"
Yuan Zhang sneered, a wicked look in his eyes. < ...
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