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... out the eyes of several Tianlong people!

The bones of several Tianlong people were smashed one by one by slaves with hammers!

The other Heavenly Dragons had thousands of silver needles stabbed into their bodies by slaves!

There are even some slaves who directly tied several Tianlong people with five flowers and threw them into the holy fire of the altar to burn as firewood!

"It's hot! It's hot! The skin is going to be scalded off!"

"Ah! Who will save me!"

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