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Wolves block the path ahead, tigers fiercely pursue from behind.
Chen Qing for the first time felt pressured to such an extent.
Of course, the main targets of this ambush were not him, but Hao Chengtian and Zhang Can.
He was merely caught up in it.
One could say that when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer as well.
However, this did not prevent him from joining the struggle.
After all, the current situation was such that if you do not fight, you are merely waiting for others to come and kill you.
In front of the blood-soaked Taihao City, where Yan Shiyin, devoid of any bloodstain despite the stench of blood, bent down to pick up a blood-stained bronze ghost mask.
He glanced around, noting that all who had taken out the Jiguang Sect masks were already dead from the fierce battle.
"As expected of the eternal Jiguang Sect."
