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... ree of them, merely at the Foundation Establishment First Layer, managed to escape, creating quite a stir.

Lu Yi listened on and found it amusing. It was mostly Senior Brother Jiang Fan showing off his prowess while Senior Brothers Bai Yulong and Tie Man seemed more like accessories clinging to his coattails.

Lu Yi encountered several desolate villages along the way, devoid of any inhabitants—whether they had fled or died, he did not know.

Anger filled Lu Yi’s heart at th ...

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