The battle and conversation between Ji Hao and Netherworld Hierarch both happened within a flash. When Ji Hao and Netherworld Hierarch knowingly smiled towards each other, Tushan Inkstone rushed into the tiny world with a large group of guards. But before he could say a word, a series of thudding noise was generated. Along with the noise, over ten Tushan guards flew in, vomiting blood.
"Ayaya, Shermie, stop! They’re on our side!" Seeing the broken armors of those blood-vomiting guards and the fist-shaped, deep dents in their chests, Ji Hao hurriedly shouted out.
"Yes, Shifu!" A hazy silhouette dashed in like a bolt of lightning. Shermie clenched his fists. His soul-splitting gloves had been burning with a bright, cold silver fire, glowing with a dazzling, frigid light that pierced people’s eyes like needles, causing sharp pain.
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