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... ly sweeping all the obstacles in front of him, that is, this part of the zombie sea.

The number of zombie seas that can be piled up can kill first-order, first-order peaks, second-order, and even second-order peaks, but once they enter the third-order level, it is impossible to make up for the gap in the realm.

But now the unclear Hachimu completely ignores the red flame wolf ride behind him, and rushes out to Gesang's position. This is his only obsession before losing consciousnes ...

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