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Only the crisp sound of something shattering could be heard.
The pitch-black bead in Ye Yongsheng's hand instantly broke into a pile of powder, slipping through the cracks of his claws and drifting away with the wind.
With the bead shattered, the will ceased to drain away.
But what drove Ye Yongsheng to despair was that his current state showed no signs of improvement, and he still felt as though his flesh was being possessed by an external life form.
"What' ...
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