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... with killing intent.

Such extremely condensed killing intent spread to everyone, making the experts, including Wind Wolf, tremble. This was Archangel Gabriel, the blood-colored angel who had caused countless cruel murders 50 years ago!

“Kid, let’s see if you’ll die this time!” Wind Wolf sneered as he thought to himself, “Do you think that just because you can kill Sato Ten and those experts, you’re qualified to hold off ten thousand enemies? Sato Ten is nothing in front of the A ...

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