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... ere still unable to lock onto the other party. However, he could vaguely sense that if this kind of influence appeared many times, he would definitely be able to find some clues.

“To be able to repel me means that my fusion is not perfect…”Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. He once again activated the reverse possession technique in his body, and his body began to fuse once again.

Just like that, a day passed.

At the same time, Wang Baole suddenly opened his eyes. His face instantly ...

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