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... of the Demon God’s Sect. There were already a few hundred corpses lying on the floor as a dense stench of blood spread out in the hall. 𝘧r𝗲𝑒𝔀𝘦𝙗𝓃oν𝑒l.𝐜𝗼m

At the centre of the hall, there were afterimages that were fast to the extent that they couldn’t be seen.

“Guard the Soul Hall, we can’t let the Demon God’s Sect take half a step into the Soul Hall!” Nangong Xianyin let out an enraged roar.

“Yes, Sect Master.” A group of Heavenly Note Sect’s girls yelled out in ...

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