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... Yuan’s height had now grown to one hundred and thirty-seven meters.
On his shoulders, the blood-red spikes shone translucently under the sunlight, portraying a sense of enchanting eeriness, as if dripping blood.
He wielded a massive longsword, taking strides like a demon who just stepped out of hell.
Qi Yuan’s voice, hoarse and deep, resonated as he held his sword.
"Kill!"
At this moment, only the word ’kill’ existed!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Thre ...
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