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... inbow glow surrounding his body instantly disappeared. Instead, the cloak emitted a thin and faint black vapor that slowly poured out from the cuffs and hem, dispersing through the air and covering the cloak’s entire surface!

Although the vapor seemed pretty thick, it didn’t affect Suo Jia’s vision at all. However…when Suo Jia looked at his reflection in a mirror, he couldn’t see his own face. It was completely covered by that floating black fog!

Suo Jia signed in awe. He knew th ...

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