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... stretching a hundred metres wide and ten kilometres long. Within the oval was a plateau, converted to resemble audience stands. Sprawled all across it were what was supposed to be one of the laziest Pranic Beasts on Sumatra.

However, they were currently roaring at the top of their lungs, "Come on!"

"Run! Dammit! Run!"

"Move those legs! Otherwise, I’ll gobble up your entire family after this!"

"I fed you an Elixir! Why are you this useless? Huh? Why?" One of them ...

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