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"Boom!"
A peal of thunder, sounding as if it were right beside one's ear yet also immeasurably distant and somewhat unclear.
Jiang Li turned his head to look behind, only to see a white fog shrouded in uncertainty, rain curtains falling, the wind howling, and visibility less than half a meter; naturally all of Donglin City was also beyond perception.
He couldn't see beyond the white fog, even the other people who had entered with him had vanished without a trace, even the slightest noise was absent.
Yin Tulong, Shen Hou, and the tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers and Feng Manlou who had entered the storm earlier had all seemed to disappear, leaving Jiang Li alone in the world.
It was still good, however, that he was not completely alone. Inside the fragment of the Heavenly Mirror, he still had fellow sect members and his senior sister.
"Master is clashing with Zhang Zhixuan," Jiang Li whispered.
