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... to barely deal with a single Whirlwind Wolf, if Ling Xiao had not decisively retreated back, he would probably be surrounded by countless of wolves. The current Ling Xiao could not feel Meng Ziyan's aura either, it should be that Meng Ziyan was already smoothly hiding in that cave.


Therefore, a very crazy plan appeared in Ling Xiao's mind. He thought about how to take action while resting, and how to maximize the benefits?


In just a few breaths of time, Ling Xiao had cleaned ...

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