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"Trying to run?"

Ling Hao sneered.

"Primordial Godly Refining Technique."

Immediately after, his hands formed a seal, and a purple light enveloped the little person, his target was the Black.

The little fellow's expression changed as he shouted anxiously, "No!"

But it was too late. The purple light had already enveloped its entire body, and thunder began to fall from the sky