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... s the muffled sound of a blood-and-mud-covered boot stamping on flesh.
"Ssshhh." — It was the sharp hiss of thorns on the Beard Demon’s chin, slicing through the air like a venomous snake.
A sense of danger erupted in his heart.
Almost instinctively, Xia Nan focused his mind, pushing his spiritual power to the limit — [Gravity Control]!
The thorny whiskers, originally aimed directly at his face and reflected in his contracted pupils, seemed to have been gently div ...
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