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... straight down.

Lin Qiye's eyes were quick and his hands were fast. He steadily caught Zhao Kongcheng's body. It was only at this moment that he realized how bad Zhao Kongcheng's condition was.

Scratches, bruises, and fractures... In Lin Qiye's spiritual perception, his body was covered in dense wounds, and fresh blood flowed out, staining the rain-soaked mud under him. At least five or six bones were broken in his body. Lin Qiye couldn't imagine how Zhao Kongcheng managed to stan ...

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