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... till struggling to protect the teammates who had drawn in close.
Yes.
This team had reached a dead end, surrounded by the Four-armed Race from all directions, with no chance to escape.
Six Fourth-Grade.
Third-Grade.
The aliens sneered disdainfully.
Facing this group of lowly Second-Grade Wuwen Race, they could slaughter them like chickens, killing everyone.
"Liao Ping, can’t you lift the seal yet?"
A Second-Grade Martial Artist shou ...
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