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Zhao Yun turned around and looked at Jiang Mo with a troubled expression.

"Lord, is there only this little magic power?"

Jiang Mo shook his head. "No, Zhao Yun, it's not that there's only a little bit of magic power, it's our problem. We are undead, and there's no place in our body to store magic. We can only rely on the tiny gaps in our bones to store insignificant magic power."

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