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... ng prior to his death. Moreover, that voice was filled with excitement and brutality.


In the ancient times, in order to win the great world war, the world paid an extremely frightening price. In fact, countless top practitioners died and the legendary Symbol Ancestor even had to ignite his Reincarnation in order to draw a close to the war. However, was the scene from before about to be re-enacted right now?


Standing in the desert, numerous individual ...

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