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"Trash, go to hell!"

With a furious roar, Nie Haihou's body turned into a golden blood shadow.

He opened up his arms, and directly pounced towards Ye Zhen.

While they were still in the middle of their journey, the pair of bright red palms that seemed to have just been soaked in blood raised up, and strange streams of blood mist spurted out from them.

In the blink of an eye