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Arcanum was dead, as if even God was beginning to feel sad.

The autumn rain that fell from the sky became heavier and heavier. As if it were the tears of God.

The rain had drenched Xiang Zhuang's entire body and his hair. Xiang Zhuang looked at the pieces of internal organs in his palm. Then, a vicious look emerged in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and shoved the internal organs into it