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On the East side of the beast tide.
The black-clothed Little Ghost was kneeling on the ground with a sword in his hand. Half of his clothes were burnt off.
Half of his soft armor was broken. Blood was dripping from his chest, abdomen, and both of his legs.
If he had not raised an iron armor shield at the last moment, he would have been seriously injured and lost his ability to fight. One could imagine his ending.
“It seems that this is you ...
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