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... y holding his right hand, anxious because of a wound on his arm that was almost the size of Zhou Wenwen's body.
"Hmph, isn't that the case... eh?!"
Just when Zhou Wenwen was so proud of himself for creating such a big wound, in this short period of time, the corner of his eyes found that the blood flowing from the monster's wound was not blood, but a strange, cursed breath. Black mud.
"This thing..."
Zhou Wenwen, who saw the black mud, was stunned at first, and then h ...
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