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On the other side, Pan Zhenan was also struggling to survive. Amidst Ling Zifeng's sword shadows, a golden light flashed before his eyes and he was in complete chaos. If it wasn't for the mercy of the enemy, how could he have survived until now? Feeling that his momentum has passed, he thought to himself, I, Pan Jinjian, have killed countless people in this life. Even if I die today