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Chapter 809: The Prince Of Insects [part 1]
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... ched around his uniform, knuckles turning white. The agony wasn’t just burning—it was stagnant, festering, as though an infernal force coiled around his ribs, searing through his flesh.
He coughed. Again. And again. But nothing came out. No blood. No bile. Just the hollow, rasping sound of his breath scraping against his throat. Yet, his complexion paled—his skin draining of warmth, his body following suit.
Northern cast a glance down at himself. A minute had passed since the pai ...
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