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"Bang ~ ~ ~"

Another spiritual object fell into the pool of blood. Su Qingyue's gaze was cold as she looked at the gradually dissipating spiritual object. She put away the sword in her hand and turned to look at Jun Mo Li beside her.

The man slowly stepped forward and held onto Su Qingyue's soft and tender hand. He gently kneaded it in his palm and chuckled. "We're almost there."

"Hmm