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“Sovereign,” Su Meimei approached, “This situation isn’t right.”

Hu Han nodded in agreement. He also felt things weren’t right.

However, at this moment, a loud bang sounded. When Hu Han and the Nine Fiend Sect Elders looked back, they discovered the doors they went through were shut tight. Everyone’s expression tensed at the uncertain circumstances.

“Sovereign Hu Han and Elders of the Nine Fiend Sect, welcome to Sky Mag ...

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