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... zone was where Xing Jinglei was riding on the back of the mythical Youlius.
With his legs astride the withered body, his huge fists, tainted with poison, hammered down on Youlius’s face like the pounding of war drums.
"Don’t force me... Pfft!"
"Myths are inviolable... Pfft!"
"I’m about to get serious... Pfft pfft pfft!"
Youlius also tried to attack with other means, like the giant white bone hands that grew from the ground and the eerie green flames of You ...
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