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... could no longer feel his own body, but he could sense the entire Dark Battle Armor.

Every part of the armor, every scale, every piece of the armor.

The state they were in when they passed through the wind, the impact they suffered from the intertwining spells, and even just existed.

Everything on the Battle Armor was in Liu Ping’s mind.

At the same time.

The knowledge and skills of the Evil Spirit contained in the countless strange runes were like an unsto ...

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