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... silver-clad green tile scene.
Wei Zhao’s condition isn’t good, beads of sweat are forming on his forehead.
His face is as pale as paper, trembling violently as needles penetrate, big gulps of blood spill from his mouth corners.
He’s in extreme pain, veins bulging under his skin. Yet, he doesn’t utter a single sound.
This endurance even makes Elder Ge feel a pang of sympathy.
"General, would you like to take a break first?"
Wei Zhao opened his eyes ...
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