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... allen, with countless black lights dyeing the splendid Dragon Palace Ancestral Temple a shade of gray.
Ning Zheng stood at the doorway, seemingly bringing darkness to the world, his figure akin to a shadowy Death God, surrounded by soul bubbles, each containing silhouettes of the Dragon Race, enveloped by their aura.
It seemed that each bubble around him was a transparent prison, confining one mighty giant dragon after another.
At this moment, Ning Zheng's soul body was m ...
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