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The bone spikes slashed across Wu Qiong's face, the blood veins were like pearls, and his eyes were filled with killing intent, as if an Asura had descended into this world.
As he slowly approached, Beelzebub's hand recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The skeletal woman struggled to get up, a look of terror on her face as she stared at Wu Qiong