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... oming a subspecies supernatural is an instinct of survival that every last generation cannot suppress.

The reason why the True Monarch of Death will assist Xu Junfang is because there is a supernatural being on the Penglai treasure ship that can become its puzzle piece. However, what the True Monarch of Death did not expect was that at this moment, it actually encountered another puzzle. And it's a puzzle that it has seen thousands of years ago.

"Go!"

At the moment when Xun ...

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