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... ean depleting the Witch Race’s reserves from the past few millennia."

Although the Witch Race now belongs to Han Xing.

However,

he can’t truly arbitrarily dictate the use of precious materials.

After all, the Witch Race needs a large amount of the Philosopher’s Stone to construct various weapons for dealing with wars.

Han Xing contemplated, "These high-level Divine Stones are a significant gap for me."

"I must figure out how to acquire a batch of t ...

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