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... ense forest, lifting the hair on Zhao Douan’s forehead, while the thick clouds above the sky moved swiftly.
His body was rigid, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he stared intently at the middle-aged magician blocking his path.
Thump thump thump...
His heartbeat was like a drum, with blood rushing through his veins.
The face of the middle-aged "Magic God", completely unfamiliar, reflected clearly in his pupils, his disheveled hair and plain, gray ma ...
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