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"There won’t be a next time," Bai Chu said flatly. "Mó Zūn, you can’t escape today."
For a moment, it truly seemed that way.
Mó Zūn was severely wounded.
The Half-Qilin was crippled.
Most Demonic Cultivators Immortals lay dead or dying.
The battlefield belonged entirely to the Desolate Heaven Empire.
Yet—
Mó Zūn smiled.
It was slow and deeply unsettling.
Bai Chu’s pupils shrank.
Too relaxed.
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