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... heavy tank.

In front of Mo Cheng, they are no more than a single enemy. Before Mo Cheng, there were thousands of troops and horses, but behind him, no dead soul survived.

Confined by the tombstone, many undead spirits were mopped up by Mo Cheng three times to create a burning road leading to the Lich.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The giant suture monster roared and roared, trying to intercept Mo Cheng, raised its fists high and bombarded it down, like a landmine exploding i ...

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