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"Let's go!" The dark aura around Bo Xingzhi grew stronger as he held Ruan Su in his arms and hid among the branches of a large tree. Time passed second by second. Suddenly, footsteps sounded beneath the tree, accompanied by a man's hoarse voice. "Nether God Lord, the short one is dead." "What's going on?" The Nether King looked at Gaza, pale and supported by a subordinate