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... ever, things seemed different after that.

Beams of black light came from the divine blood poison ant’s body and entered the spherical sack.

“What’s going on? Xianer, are you alright?” Gu Hai asked worriedly.

“I’m fine? However, this seems different from possession.” Chen Xianer’s voice came from the spherical sack.

“What’s different?” Gu Hai asked worriedly.

“This…this does not seem like the heavenly palaces’ location. No, it seems like it is. This is very strange,” ...

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