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The person wearing a snow-white mask and dressed in black robes continued to stand on the surface of the water as he glanced at the distribution of corpses on the battlefield. He then started to review the sword immortal's conflict with the cavalrymen in his mind.
There was one small matter that he needed to confirm.
By the looks of it, however, he could already bring this matter to a close.
If they had come across such a deadly Golden Core Tier sword immortal in normal circumstances, then their unpreparedness would mean that it was only a matter of time before they were killed. Indeed, it would be a reflection of the sword immortal's benevolence if one or two of them were able to flee with their lives.
However, as critically important as one's cultivation base and immortal treasures were during a battle between cultivators, these matters weren't absolutely decisive factors. In any case, one's combat power couldn't be taken as a simple addition of their cultivation base and their immortal treasures.
The assassin standing on the surface of the water nodded at the assassin who had been gathering the souls of the deceased cavalrymen this entire time.
The latter stood up and started to stride around and form hand seals as he silently recited a mantra in his mind.
Chen Ping'an, who was caught inside the shrinking formation, surprisingly stumbled at this moment. His shoulder trembled, and he surprisingly needed to exert a great amount of effort to slightly lift his right hand. Looking down, the veins in his palm were already filled with crawling black threads.
It was as if his entire arm had been restrained.
Chen Ping'an clenched his hand and shook his fist, yet he...
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