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... g on his aged face, his expression twisted and terrifying as he roared in madness.
It seemed as if only through this roar could he dispel the endless fear that Long Yan had instilled in him.
His consciousness and the purple-gold bowl had almost merged into one, floating above his head, with Xuanqi crazily pouring into the bowl along the trajectory of his consciousness.
"Buzz!~~~"
The purple-gold bowl trembled violently, emitting a heavy sound like the tolling of a ...
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