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... human race.

Qin Yi slowly raised his head, his eyes flashed with cold light, staring at the picture.

"Your Highness, get ready, we **** you out of here."

"ended!"

"Get ready to escape here!"

There was a voice around him, and his expression was sad.

"has it ended?"

"The battle is not over before he is dead!"

Qi Qinyi's voice was bland, but it contained a huge power.

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