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Mr. Mo and the others' faces tensed up immediately, forming a battle formation to prepare for the enemy.
But Fang Ling waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's not an enemy, it's my mount."
Although the aura had become somewhat unfamiliar, as its master, Fang Ling naturally recognized it was approaching.
The Nether Beast slowly walked over, looking much more ferocious than before.
The pair of golden horns on its head had become sharper and longer.
Bla ...
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