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... e middle, while Ling Shuai, Ling Xue and other 20 Nascent Soul cultivators were on the periphery to guard against attacks from all sides.

  After their fleet sailed for a day, there was already a fleet waiting on the sea ahead.

   This fleet only has two medium-sized sea ships, which are twice as small as the large sea ships of the Great Chu Immortal Kingdom, and their combat effectiveness is also much weaker.

   There are also five large airships hovering quietly above the ...

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