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... l-taker, please place the twelve God’s blood into the designated slots.]
After placing the twelve types of God’s blood that were like keys, a white light flashed, and Chu Feng’s figure disappeared on the spot. The ten or so totems that were still fighting among themselves looked at this scene in a daze. They felt that something was fishy.
Zhong Hen’s lips curled into a smile, “Since there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first.”
He did not intend to stay arg ...
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