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However, Xuan Yi did not go all out with that strike just now.

Diye Xingkong's facial features and tone were both very real, not like an illusion in an illusion.

Diye Xingkong sat on the cold floor with a frown after he raised the corner of his mouth miserably.

At this moment, he was waiting for death.

Blood continued to flow out of the wound, but he was somehow happy about it