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Hot sweat rolled down his face, the scalding liquid and the scorching vapor made Ling Zhang's forehead sweat profusely. Even if it was the second time, he still felt an excruciating pain as if ten thousand ants had drilled his heart. Both his hands tightly clenched as his fingertips dug into the flesh of his palms. Fortunately, he did not have sharp nails. Otherwise