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... ng here is yours! They’re all yours! I just want you to spare my life!" Maxwell’s 9,999 blade slashes had forced Ferris to the point of lying on the ground. His face was pale, his body filled with injuries, and he was half a step into the gates of hell.
Ferris never imagined this.
He had always thought his talent was considered perverse, and he even crafted his own fleshly body into an undying insect. And he managed to cultivate himself to the highest king rank! He had always tho ...
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