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It was a supreme technique comprehended by the Mad Daoist from the Book of Burial. With the technique, one could forcefully increase one’s strength by consuming one’s lifespan. The more lifespan one consumed, the stronger one’s battle prowess would be.

At this moment, to deal with Shi Hao, the Mad Daoist burned 50,000 years of his lifespan, thus raising his cultivation and power to the perfection stage of the Extreme Divine realm.

“Die!”

Rumble!

As a vast evi ...

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