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"Smack!"
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
The sound echoed continuously, rising and falling.
Ye Xuan sneered disdainfully, holding a sneaker, and he swung the sole mercilessly at those black silhouettes. Those figures, hit by Ye Xuan's shoe sole, scattered instantly with a few "bang" sounds.
At this moment, countless figures, like phantoms and wraiths, rushed at Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan's hand moved quickly, the shoe sole cracking down relentlessly, breaking those figures into pieces.
Sitting limply on the ground, Chen Tiannan saw this and a few traces of surprise flashed through his eyes.
Ye Xuan had actually withstood the attack from those figures.
"Get lost!"
Suddenly, Ye Xuan's face turned cold, and he shouted explosively.
The sneaker in his hand, with a "boom," struck one of the figures.
Accompanied by that thunderous "boom,"
one figure, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward and crashed heavily onto the ground.
"Pfft!"
