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... hurriedly bowed to the newcomer, then sighed, saying, "I am worried that those four great worlds will not let this rest."

Those four opposing great worlds, including the Demon Prison World, knowing that their Boundary Envoys and World Sons were all killed by his hand, how could they let it rest?

"Boundary War has its own rules. If the divines of those four great worlds break the rules, the price is something they likely cannot afford."

The Moon God’s expression remained v ...

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