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The redness in A Manier's eyes gradually faded as his face filled with disbelief and unwillingness.

"Oh, go to hell!" "Boom ~ ~ ~"

A wave of berserk energy wreaked havoc, even dust-free's Cultivation Level had no choice but to wear the spirit armor.

All the rocks, trees, and flowers in the vicinity, apart from the circulating air, had all suffered a devastating blow