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“This Spirit-Loving Flower is mine now; none of you may approach, or you will die.” A warning came from someone perched atop a giant tree ahead.
It was a middle-aged man with dense eyebrows and eyes like copper bells, wielding a huge bow as he stood there, his figure robust like an iron tower, and with an aura of vigorous blood and imposing momentum.
The great bow in his hand was entirely lacquered in black, radiating a powerful aura—clearly an ultimate spirit weapon.
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