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... face resembling a shattered porcelain, countless bloodlines streaming across it. His lips quivered as if trying to speak, but no words escaped. His eyes became nothing but an overwhelming void of darkness.
How many disciples of Longevity Palace could escape?
With death looming, the only thought left in Zhao Deshan's mind was the character for "death." His eyes closed, a wave of endless desolation sweeping over him.
Hoo...
Suddenly, a gentle breeze passed through. ...
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