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Yang Fan's eyes flashed with a golden light, as his soul force continuously entered the void.

Meng Ru's soul power fell into the tribulation cloud like tidewater. The massive lightning still continued to rush towards Yang Fan like a mountain.

"Yang Fan brat, pay the price for your stupidity!"

Liu Cang's face was hideous and terrifying. He no longer had the nobility of a Grade Nine Alchemist