While Qi Lian was indulging in the illusion, Qi Jian was racing against time to repair the formation. It's funny to say that he doesn't have much talent in kendo, but he does know a little bit in other aspects, and sometimes his master will wonder if he has worshiped the wrong master. He lay on the ground, covered in mud and blood, his hands trembling, but his fingers did not stop.

By the time Qi Lian had hardened his heart and woken up from the illusion, he had already successfully made up for half of it.

Qi Lian looked at him, then at the corpses around him, and finally at the formation that had not yet taken shape, and laughed angrily: "Very good, it seems that I underestimated my senior brother." I thought you brought so many people here to stop me, but I didn't expect it to be used as a sacrifice. Oh, senior brother, what is the difference between you and me in such a careless regard?

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