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Also, he could feel that after devouring the second imperial-level Blood Sea Spirit, the energy in Fat Star’s body had gotten thicker. It could break through the high-tier imperial-level middle-rank and reach the high-tier imperial-level advanced-rank.

“Another one.” Wang Teng repeated his actions and took out another Blood Sea Spirit from the Blood Whale’s nest. Then, he used the Soul Devour Arrow to destroy its intelligence so that Fat Star could devour it.

“If the vampire ...

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