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... m used the White Bone Stele. The bones inside had not been replenished for a long time.

Chu Xuan glanced at the stele and quickly realized that the bones had turned black and gray. As long as he could replenish enough fresh bones, the White Bone Stele would be renewed and restored to its full potential.

With even these aged bones, it was already capable of withstanding the full force of a Corpse King's attack. If he replaced the bones entirely, or even added more to the stele, it ...

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