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Chapter 582: Harvest, Thunder Marsh Spirit (1)
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... ar as possible. The silver-armored warrior fled frantically, not daring to pause for even a moment. His heart was consumed with terror.
As a ninth-stage Elysian Field cultivator, his perspective was far higher than the average person. Though limited to a single immortal continent, he had cultivated for thousands of years and had some knowledge of the upper echelons of the immortal nation. For instance, the legendary peerless monstrous prodigies.
This mysterious Shambhala cultivat ...
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