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... stone pavilion, and Wang Yongqian was reporting the battle to them.

"Patriarch Qingshan and Mrs. Xia headed towards the Heavenly Beast Island. Mrs. Xia has a broken fairy mirror, which is said to be able to weaken the power of the first-order fairy formation, so I have a good chance of taking down the Heavenly Beast Island."

Wang Yongqian reported.

The elites of the Wang family were fighting on the front line. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were commanding on Qinglian Island ...

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