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... al Boat was now filled with kneeling cultivators.
There were no mortals, as the mortals of the Southern Desolate had become as rare as protected species.
Deacon Luo and his companions saw a figure descending on a gourd.
In Deacon Luo’s eyes, this mysterious strong figure was shrouded in a blood light, making it impossible to discern their specific features.
As for their cultivation, although he could not feel the oppressive aura released by the other party.
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