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... ly flickered, and the shadow inside became more focused.

Zhang Han’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Has the main mind been awakened?”

“You didn’t come too late,” the shadow said after a few seconds of silence.

He just now said that they were here a bit too early, and now he said that they didn’t come too late.

Needless to say, it was because of the Bug Clan’s main nest.

“How will the main nest of the Bug Clan affect us?” Zhang Han asked.

“It won’t affect you n ...

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