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... over broken branches and half-frozen roots as he fled deeper into the outer district. “Aren’t alchemists supposed to be weak in combat, far inferior to cultivators of the same tier? When the hell did he set up that blade formation?”
Blood caked his sleeve, and his spiritual energy fluctuated wildly with panic.
Behind him, a white-robed young man floated steadily through the air, the Four Symbols Cauldron hovering above his head, draped in shimmering golden, red, blue, and green ...
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