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"Could it be that it wants to face this crimson-green flame …"

As Lin Hao felt the strange demonic flame pulsating in his dantian, he thought to himself, "But if a peak second-level flame was to be compared to a first-level flame, the flame would only have its life swallowed."

Swish!

Just then, a cold light shot out from Lin Hao's Dantian and rushed towards Young Master Zhang