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From around nine yesterday morning until now, when the night had fallen silent and it was nearly ten o'clock, everyone had advanced for a full thirty-six hours, pushing nearly five hundred li.
During that time, they had only paused briefly while absorbing two Soul Rings. Apart from that, they had not rested at all.
Even as Soul Douluo, high-level Soul Masters like them still found such high-intensity, continuous combat and rushing somewhat taxing.
At this moment, the Soul Douluo seemed to be sitting casually on the ground, but in truth, there was hidden order to it. They had quietly split into three groups.
The Soul Masters from Chang'an City gathered together, the Soul Masters from Soul Fighting City formed another group, and the Chen family's followers made up their own formation.
These three groups were arranged in a triangular formation, each about a hundred meters apart, tightly protecting Zhuo Qianren, who was currently absorbing his Soul Ring, in the center.
In fact, during battle, they had also split into three small teams to fight in coordination. This way, their cooperation with one another was even more seamless.
Xiong Mao Er casually tossed a jug of the latest packaged Fifth Grade Wine Spirit Wine to Shen Lang.
The packaging for this Wine Spirit Wine had previously included medium and large jars of five jin and ten jin. Later, small three-jin jars had been added, and now they had even launched a convenient portable one-jin jug.
Xiong Mao Er then took out another jug of new wine, tilted his head back, and took a hearty swig. He said loudly, "Satisfying! Truly satisfying to the extreme! The drinking feels good, and the killing felt good too!"
Chen Xuanqi cried out with a "wah," "Oh my, Xiong Mao, are you