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... is still huge!”


Zhu Tianyu and the others were still shocked as they watched the black Demonic Energy dissipate.


The three of them quickly bade farewell and didn’t dare to stay in front of Lin Xuan any longer.


As the saying went, accompanying a king was like accompanying a tiger. Lin Xuan’s aura was too overwhelming and majestic.

!!

They had made a mistake, so they were already afraid.


When they were beside Lin Xuan, they didn’t even da ...

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