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At this moment, Zhang Qianlei's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. His face was as red as a drop of blood, and the speed at which he was rising was getting slower and slower. It was as if he was being obstructed by something.

Finally, he reached his limit. Just as he was about to fall, he twisted his waist, pushed his hands, and turned around to smash down.

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