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Yang Ji's whole body was so tight that he didn't dare to look back even if he heard the movement behind him. Thousands of people were slashed to the limit, and there was no human form at all. There were only streaks of white-hot sword light rushing left and right, changing erratically. Evil ghosts, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas were constantly thrown above his head to resist this group of dead people. Feitian Yaksha is staring at him....