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As more divinekin entered, the spatial storm grew even more ferocious, its tearing force surging from all sides. A human cultivator failed to dodge, and the maelstrom swept him away as he vanished without a trace. A few skirted the core, but the storm caught their arms and mangled them, leaving bloody ruin at the edge.
Liu Wuxie steadied his breath, using his bizarre footwork, and inched toward the storm. He had comprehended Spatial Dao Art; space wrapped and shifted around him, blunting the storm's harm and letting him press forward where others dared not.
"Sixth-level Origin Conversion Realm? Could it be Liu Wuxie?" someone asked, frowning. Though he had disguised his face, his cultivation showed.
Only a handful dared step into the storm; most humans lingered at a safe distance, unwilling to wager their lives.
"It could be him. There aren't many at the sixth-level Origin Conversion Realm." People nodded...
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