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... corrosive force. It took the form of a demon eagle, ready to soar forward.

Feiyun’s Buddhist energy dispelled the miasma before shooting a beam with the dragon's eye.

Night-ink was horrified and summoned the skin of a pseudo-saint. The surface had runes from the Destruction Tablet written by blood. They exuded a strange light with cataclysmic images - a broken world overwhelmed by water…

The ancestors of the various races used their blood and their bodies to copy runes from th ...

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