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... ered contemptuously, his figure transforming into golden light to effortlessly evade. He darted several hundred laps around the Primordial starry sky and, in the blink of an eye, appeared behind Mo Jingcang.
The golden light morphed into a sharp arrow, stretching a hundred zhang. Though it could not measure up to Mo Jingcang’s size, its aura was far more terrifying.
At that moment, the roaring cry of Sun Wukong rang out, followed by a fierce gale carrying the oppressive force of ...
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