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... ntire God-Devil Continent first, and the forces of the five major God-realms all entered a state of preparation.

   As the Central God Realm, which is the closest to the gate of the world, almost all practitioners have entered a state of preparation.

  The three tribes of demons, gods and demons in the Eastern God Realm, the Western God Realm, and the Northern God Realm gathered more than ten million troops under the leadership of the First Emperor, Wang Chuyi, and Prince Baxia.

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