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... the shattered warship.
Pang Jian stood among a host of Ice Tribe members mounted on flying spiritual birds, watching as the ferocious Ice Tribe warriors slaughtered the fleeing members of the Clan of Bright Moon toward the Mysterious Fog, like cutting melons and chopping vegetables.
Two warriors from the Ice Tribe, as sharp as ice spears and cold blades, stopped one on either side of Pang Jian, acting as guards by his side.
A chill began to burgeon in Zhao Yuanqi’s heart ...
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