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... s’ breathing grow increasingly tense.
The illusion of a huge stone pressing on their chests turned their faces deathly pale.
These old monsters, nearing a hundred years old, seemed no more than ants in front of Lin Fan.
The pressure of being slaughtered at will reddened their faces, but they were completely unable to utter a single word.
After all, Lin Fan’s mere presence exerted a tremendous oppressive force that could drive one to despair.
They couldn’t ...
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