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... ed a step, and waved to the various slaves on the side.

"With them, we can perform witchcraft at will, and finding Ye Tiandian will not be a problem!"

He took out a piece of wood, uttered a spell, and cast spells on it. A large number of slaves on the side withered and died, but a hazy picture appeared on the wood in front of him.

Not long after, the spell stopped, and the Heavenly Lord of Life and Death said: "South of the Eastern Desolation, within a hundred thousand mount ...

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