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Situ Mo's face remained fierce and agitated, his eyes still frantic. The hand forming his next spell art stuttered for a moment from a breath of relief, and even the gray cord slowed.
Li Chenghui took the chance to ride the lightning several steps forward, compelled by Situ Mo's spirit artifact to cross the river.
Boom!
As the broad expanse of the river appeared ahead, the brows of the master of the Golden Tang Gate slowly rose. The gray cord in his hand burst into dazzling light as streams of runes flowed from the mountain-and-river patterns engraved upon it. They gathered in the air into strands of pale golden radiance that descended like silk. Clearly, a wondrous mechanism had been set in motion.
It was not too rare for Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators to wield spirit artifacts in battle. Ning Heyuan of old had been one such example, and he even...
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