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Bibi Dong's heart tightened.
He raised his hand and summoned the divine artifact Rakshasa Demon Scythe, spread out his six-winged purple wings, left Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo following him, and flew quickly to the place where the angel fell.
In just a moment, Bibi Dong arrived near the battle. A large area of red blood mist enveloped the area, blocking the view. Screams and collisions were heard everywhere, and the soul power fluctuated violently.
"How can an evil soul master be this strong? Is something wrong with Qian Daoliu?" She paused, secretly shocked.
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