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... from the ground, letting out beast-like growls. The aura of death began to shroud the entire world.

Ten thousand Yin Corpses were summoned from the earth by Lingg Yefeng, forming the true Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses that he set up.

Lingg Yefeng raised his head, looking at the ten figures in the Bright Camp in the sky. Looking at their fierce energy attacks, he shouted again with anger: "I, Lingg Yefeng, am here. Who among you dares to come down and try?"

The appear ...

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