"You are overestimating yourself!"
The woman's voice was cold, full of sarcasm and contempt.
Chase Rong ignored him, turned his wrist, held the dagger inside, and slashed out with the sharp edge of the peach wood sword facing outward. Like an invisible sharp blade, it suddenly expanded and cut a half-moon-shaped gap in the dense insect swarm.
"Sh ...
The swarm of insects let out sharp and piercing cries, emitting a jagged blood-red wave.
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