The thick and strong trees within a radius of fifty meters could not withstand the baptism of the strong wind, and were uprooted and rushed in the strong wind.

In the center of the whirlpool, a black robe, white hair and red eyes - the man, spitting blood in his mouth, pressing a colorful red light shield with difficulty, looking angry but contemptuously at the man in a robe in the dark blue robe in front of him, suddenly attacking him with a look of a crazy plan. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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Chapter completed!