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... a very sorry state. Although he was technically at Quasi-Member Level, his specialization lay in magic and illusion techniques, and his close combat skills were not strong. He was no match for the fiery-haired ’Phoenix.’

Fortunately, Wang Tianwu’s Battle Dragon was hidden in an electronic altar seventy kilometers away, casting spells remotely without directly facing the oppressive might of the SSS-class Battle Dragon.

Fortunately, after pledging loyalty to Lin Rui, he gained acce ...

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