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... heering were two other Lords.
In the arena, black demonic flames raged, shadowing the figure of the Demonic Flame Wang Qi, who had horns sprouting from his head.
He was still relentlessly throwing punches.
Under the overwhelming shadow of those punches, the blue-faced, robust man’s resistance seemed increasingly difficult.
Rakshasa was indeed covered in wounds. The demonic flames had scorched his body leaving him covered in lacerations. Even if he danced the Fenye ...
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