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At this moment, the male cultivator who had shouted out in anger had a terrifying glow that seemed like it was made of iron, yet not iron. It seemed to be made of blood, but not blood.

The jet-black armor seemed to fuse with his flesh and blood.

Just by standing there, he looked like an Asura Demon God, his murderous aura gushing out from him.

As his expression became more ferocious