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Ferhat Lebeko was no exception.

At the same time, the 100 people on the divine ship were all descendants of the gods.

However, their talent in martial arts was not good, and their status in the Oracle Palace was obviously not high.

At the front of the divine ship stood a man in a yellow robe. He was the one who had announced the oracle.

He was also a god.

However, this god was high and mighty, looking down on all living beings. He held the oracle ...

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