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... s body tumbled dozens of times before stabilizing his body.

A punch shattered his arm and severely wounded his body.

The power of this white-clothed youth's Ancestral God avatar had already exceeded Qin Yun's endurance, so it was simply not something he could contend against.

With Qin Yun's current strength, he could only be tortured and killed.

"Cough … What a powerful force."

Qin Yun coughed out a mouthful of blood again. His pair of eyes stared fixedly ...

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