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... and the air was slightly distorted, like a huge steamer that was airtight.

Yakumo immediately held his breath, this was the experience he had accumulated from his previous failures.

The surrounding air has hidden the spiritual power of the old man of the country. If it is inhaled, it is extremely difficult to remove, and it can even burn under the excitation of the latter.

The first few times... Yakumo didn't hold his breath, but his lungs burst into flames, and he was dire ...

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