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... chance now!"
Jia Zhenjing shouted, his sharp fingertips mixed with a violent gust, piercing through the powerful resistance of space with a crackle.
"No!!! I, the Clay King, will not die! You cannot kill me!"
The Clay King’s eyes were red, his voice was harsh and hoarse as he roared.
But he felt the strong aura of the Holy War Angel from his opponent.
This, how is this possible? Could it be that the Holy War Angel has also come to the Dark Prison?
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