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... r-piercing in the silent environment.
Mo Yang retreated some distance.
Clutching his broken arm with his hand, his face contorted.
Other than the first scream, he did not make another sound. The pain in his arm was suppressed by him.
In fact, as a late-stage Essence Soul cultivator, it wasn’t that difficult for him to accept losing an arm.
It was the strength of the person in front of him that he found hard to accept.
No matter how he l ...
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