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... hing our realm, you’re not willing to die just like that either, right? If you really had this determination, you also wouldn’t be dawdling with us here.”

With regards to Hegemon Imperishable’s threat, Hegemon Evil Dragon just laughed disdainfully.

Although the present situation was far beyond their expectations, nobody could hide their thoughts from anyone.

Reaching this level of realm, no one was a fool.

Hegemon Imperishable just snorted coldly. Clearly, he had ...

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