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... h by the Purple Flame Earth Core Fire, Lin Feng and Sikong Zhaiyue both breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, they had resolved a major problem.

Lin Feng put away the Xuanwu Shield. ƒrēewebnovel.com

Sikong Zhaiyue said, “Fengzi, it seems that today the two of us are going to obtain a considerable opportunity.”

“Oh? How so?” Lin Feng looked at Sikong Zhaiyue, puzzled.

“Come over here and look at this.”

Sikong Zhaiyue picked up a Black Demon Beast’s co ...

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