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This was the first time that Yang Jian had experienced such a situation, but he did not panic. The moment the fireball appeared, he had already escaped and retreated. When the fireball began to wreak havoc around him, he had turned around and transformed into a cloud-piercing swallow, heading directly upward. Spread your wings and fly away, as fast as an arrow leaving the string!...