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... aged man was straightforward.
Duanmu Chun’s expression was extremely solemn; he knew the critical moment was upon them.
Whether or not they could conquer the Heavenly Deciders was the most crucial thing.
However, after glancing at Sikong Jing, he regained confidence and looked at the white-armored man before him, heavily clasping his fists and responding, "Please, Tyrant General brother, lead the way."
The white-armored middle-aged man was precisely a Tyrant Gener ...
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