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... cene-level powers gathered together, ready to face the battle at any time. Until today, the sky is still cold and the wind is howling, and the sky is still foggy.

"Roar!

! "

The roar of filial piety that resounded through the heaven and earth came from a distance from the Thunder Shrine.

"Um?"

The silhouettes of all the inner scene-level powerhouses flew out of the palace in an instant.

Flying to the void and floating, everyone seemed to be the pioneers ...

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