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Three days later, deep in the night.
Chen Yu, with a heavy sword on his back and a spear in hand, occasionally unleashed roars of python-shaped fists shadows, a vague aura of evil qi cloud looming around him.
A fearsome, ghost-god-intimidating air of evil qi flickered in his eyes.
That invisible evil qi melded with his spiritual consciousness, nearly making the Meridian Passage Stage warriors tremble with fear with a mere glance, causing their inner qi to scatter. ...
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