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Above the city, the ancient demon coldly glanced at the surviving humans. He coldly snorted, flapped his wings, and flew away.

"He's going to run away. It should be our almighty human race arriving. Should we keep him here?"

A cultivator shouted.

Who knew how many cultivators were killed by that ancient demon? Could they only watch as he escaped?

"Everyone, we are not afraid of death