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... is golden eyes locked onto Elder Shao Yun.
The air grew thick with tension, and for a fleeting moment, even the distant cries of demonic beasts fell silent.
Elder Shao Yun’s laughter rang through the battlefield, shrill and taunting. "Run? This great me? Running from a mere beast? HAH! Your lizard should be the one scurrying away in fear!"
Wei Long’s smirk widened, his fangs glinting under the eerie glow of the demonic land.
Then, without warning, he threw his hea ...
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