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"Clang!"
The scarlet blade light slashed at the Azure Dragon light barrier, which trembled violently, its light dimming instantaneously as if it were about to extinguish.
Jorge Gross spat out a mouthful of fresh blood as he raised the pottery bowl in his hand and shone it onto the dark, ghostly energy barrier formed by the Blood Fiend Flag.
It was as if golden light was pouring out of the bowl, disrupting all the unwholesome energy in an instant and creating a large golden hole in the wall. The hole led outside the formation.
This scene was like someone shining a flashlight in the dark night, creating a road of light that pierced through the darkness, leading to brightness.
Deacon Wolf, the Blood Skull, his face slightly changing, sneered, "Think you can escape?"
A streak of Blood Light fell into the Blood Fiend Flag, whipping up a gale of shadowy wind that instantly squeezed the newly formed large hole shut.