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... turned pale as he retreated three hundred miles with Little Black Tortoise in his hands. After pausing for a moment, he still felt unable to withstand the pressure and retreated a thousand miles away.
The National Master gasped for breath and checked his Primordial Spirit, which had already developed a tiny fissure! Fortunately, he had retreated quickly; otherwise, the damage to his Primordial Spirit might have been irreversible.
The Great Sect Leader, who bore the brunt of the i ...
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