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... efield like the scythes of Death, swiftly cutting through the crowd and relentlessly harvesting the lives of the puppets. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred puppets present were once again utterly destroyed and reduced to ashes.
This was not the end. The endless thunderclouds above Pei Yan's head unleashed a continuous barrage of heavenly thunder onto the battlefield. Each puppet, just forming, was instantly turned to dust by the lightning. This repeated several times until the entir ...
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