Li Dao snorted coldly, condensed the two wind dragons in his hand, pointed his sword, and rolled towards the ghost doves with a mad whistle. The dragon roar shook the sky, and the strong winds kept coming. How could those ghost doves resist this Hong-level spell? Many were strangled....
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