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... ter and hit it to death. However, the incident with the ghost baby showed that these monsters can’t be killed.

After choosing Option B, Bai Yan watched himself shake Wu Jingang with all his might. But seeing that he didn’t wake up at all, Bai Yan slowly raised his hands to the sides of Wu Jingang’s face and powerfully slapped both sides.

After a long pause, Wu Jingang was finally able to arouse from his blanked state, and his long neck was able to steadily return to its normal length ...

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