C322 Advance to the Holy Soul Stage
"Clang!"
Chen Yi unsheathed the Black Mist Spirit Sword, and in an instant, green lightning and fire converged upon it. With a swift motion, he raised his sword to parry the incoming dual blades.
Simultaneously, a thick plume of black mist billowed from the blade.
The dashing puppet lost sight of its target.
"There!"
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