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... at the border, immediately caught the attention of the Alliance’s upper echelons.
They had only about a dozen people, and not a single Saint King among them. How were they to face the Demon Race? Were they here for a laugh?
Wu Yang Pass.
A middle-aged man clad in Golden Armor, his face filled with a stern killing intent, watched the scene unfold before him. In his sight was the group from the Wuji Sect.
At his side stood a valiant woman with a black saber hanging ...
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