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Realizing that he wouldn’t have time to block, Hadjar pushed off the ground. He soared a few feet into the air, letting the attack pass by under him. Without hesitation, using the fact he was now above his foe, he launched three rapid attacks. With each one, another ghostly blade flew toward Primus, and an enraged dragon seemed to be raging in all of them.

The King managed to block one of them and dodge the second, allowing it to knock out a huge chunk of the Palace’s foundation. However, Primus couldn’t deal with the third blade. Such an attack could send even a Heaven Soldier to the other world. The ghostly sword never touched Primus’ mighty chest. It struck a black dagger’s protruding hilt instead. Another powerful explosion sounded and Primus was thrown twenty yards back. Spitting blood, he stood up and assumed a stance that resembled an executioner preparing to end someone’s life.

“Army of the Wind,” he said aloud, using every trick he could to help him focus.

His hand turned int
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