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... Although it couldn’t compare to Imperial wind.

But it was more than enough to get on the highway.

It was much faster than the balance car’s sword control technique!

More importantly …

The Qi consumption of “earth escape” was within Roger’s acceptable range. This meant .

Roger now had another extremely well-hidden means of hurrying on his way.

At that moment.

Roger played happily in the soil and concluded that there were two characteristic ...

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