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... invisible breath in the air. It is like a long snake winding. In a quarter of a second, the broken space is quickly repaired. If you look closely, you can see Lati. The surface of the surface is a meandering wave, which is the ripple caused by the space distortion.

So Zamas stood on one side and didn't touch Ladiz.

It takes a certain amount of time for such a huge amount of energy to be completely mastered. At this time, Latiz is still in the stage of reconciliation, waiting for th ...

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