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... tely fall.
Under the Immortal Stele that obscured the sky and sun, an extra pale hand emerged, the slender fingers quietly dragging the massive stele.
The ink-colored robe surged, emitting a rustling sound.
Shen Yi still quietly watched Situ Fuhai in the distance, his eyes heavy with ash, single-handedly supporting the stele, his figure unshaken.
Two golden Azure Dragon phantoms wrapped around his wrists, then dashed up along the ink robe, as if two True Dragons w ...
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