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... o individuals from the Blood Race and the Yin Clan waited for a few days.

As time passed, they gradually became clueless, adding a hint of irritation.

A treasure mountain, yet they could only watch others enjoy it.

At this moment.

The palace doors suddenly swung open.

"Chen Yu!"

The middle-aged man in the green robe immediately stood up, an astonishing aura of bloodthirstiness bursting forth like a dark red pillar of light, piercing the sky, making ...

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