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... itor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Swoosh!
The sword fell.
The Fourth-Circle Wizard was cut in half at the waist but did not die immediately. Waves of blood fog instantly stitched up his organs.
His face was pale, and cold sweat was pouring out. It was as if he had walked in front of the Underworld Gate. For a moment, he felt that the lower half of his body no longer belonged to him.
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk. A total of 30 wizards entered our Hurricane Steeple, five primor ...
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