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... membrane of light. Soon, more and more desiccated hands drilled out, climbing over the dome-shaped membrane.
These withered hands all held a dense Purple Mist in their palms.
Clearly, being touched by these hands was guaranteed to have dire consequences.
Xia Feng could not afford to delay, and clenched his fist straightaway, letting the pale golden blood drip to the ground along the lines on his palm.
Instantly, waves of golden light began to ripple out.
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