The knife flashed in the air, and the cold light continued to wave in the blood mist.
Under the light of the sword, the dragons and elephants were scattered one after another.
However, with each kill, the light of the knife became dimmer.
Hong Futian's eyes opened wide, and a hint of fear finally flashed across his astonishment.
At this moment, he no longer had the contempt that everyone under the so-called divine pattern was just ants.
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