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It was like a low chant, but it was the whisper of a lost soul.

Anyone who heard this mutter would be so scared that their hair would stand on end.

Furthermore, those cold waves penetrated his skin and went straight to his bone marrow. It was as if his soul was about to be taken away and frozen.

"This one... Sword … Currently … Realm... Only … You. Yes. "Control..

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