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However, Xiahou Wuwo was well prepared.
He suddenly appeared behind the man in the purple robe, his expression icy, holding a black great axe, with dark spiritual light surging from it, he chopped down, blocking any escape.
"Boom!"
Caught in a pincer attack, the black ghostly light engulfed the purple lightning, causing a massive explosion in the sky.
A moment later, the figure of the man in the purple robe was faintly visible within the black light.
His hair and beard were disheveled, his face pale and tinged with black, his lightning armor was tattered and worn, he looked very ragged.
"Kill!"
Xiahou Wuwo's face was ashen and stiff, his voice resonating like the clash of metal, giving the man in the purple robe no chance to catch his breath, continuing the assault alongside the Dark Demon Corpse.