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The black-robed man looked middle-aged, his temples were slightly frosted, his hands were behind his back, his expression was stern, and he was looking at the three people in the field jokingly.
A mana fluctuation that surpassed the initial stage of ordinary Nascent Soul, making the surrounding space seem to freeze.
"True Monarch Black Sand?!"
Madam Snake exclaimed, her face full of despair.
In any case, she never imagined that this middle-stage Nasc ...
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