With a flash of Rovia's figure, he came to Mephis in an instant, the flames in his right hand soared, and the rotating flames gathered in his palm.

"What's going on here? Are you really a doomsday cultist?"

Rhodes shouted anxiously: "No, it's not her!"

Rovia remained motionless, staring directly at Memphis, as long as she moved slightly, her right hand would be chopped off.

But the next moment, Geraba spoke.

"Not her."

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