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... ? Don’t go!”

A cold voice, accompanied by an intensely hot and burning aura, came from the north.

Sein’s grandmaster, Feylis, finally unleashed all her strength.

This was the power level of a Rank Six creature, representing the elemental power capable of nurturing the peak life form that a medium-sized plane could support.

“WHAT?!” The War Gorilla God looked northward in astonishment.

The cries for help and pleas for mercy from the Fire Gorilla God sent ch ...

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Lin Ling ┃ Supporting role: Please bookmark! ┃ Others: Farming Literature, End Times,
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