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Choose to flee.

Just wait for Wuhundian.

Send troops.

to accept these areas.

It is easy to expand the territory.

And before.

Did not choose to stand in line.

of two empires.

Some soul master forces.

Folk soul master.

civilian.

They all took the initiative to surrender to the Wuhun Temple.

expressed willingness to join.

The intention of Wuhundian.

Continental pattern.

future.

The ...

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