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The Holywing cultivator's golden lance surged with killing intent. His hair floated in the air, charged with static, as he flew toward her with a shield of lightning around him. The golden lance pierced through the wood dragons and the forest that they had formed.
Zhou Ying swooped forward, void rifts surrounding her body like wind.
The two combatants struck each other in a clash of metal.
Golden light flared as the lance pierced through Zhou Ying's forehead. Her features turned stiff as blood shot through the air.
The golden lance transformed back into a bolt of lightning and exploded.
Zhou Ying's body split apart into pieces, each charred black.
Someone sighed. "What a pity for a beauty like...
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