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“Moye, go to hell!” Lie Shan couldn’t hold back his anger any longer, so he charged up his GN force, lit himself aflame, and charged at the dark lord.

Moye didn’t even spare him a glance as he cast a blue fireball at Lie Shan. The attack hit home, and Lie Shan collapsed to the ground.

Lie Shan’s failure amused Moye. Although they claimed to have reached enlightenment during cultivation, they sometimes possessed half the intelligence of a primitive Zerg. That being said, he fel ...

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