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... cknowledge Joelson as his master, he completely ignored him.


The Death Spirit King became completely anxious and hurriedly shouted.


In his anxiety, the Death Spirit King thought that the only thing that could make Joelson let go of his life was the death artifact.


Sure enough.


When Joelson heard this, he raised his hand and waved it.


It made Godfrey stop.


And Godfrey had already put down his raised hand before Joelson made a move.

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