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"Kid, hold on here for a moment, I'll go down and get my body back."

"F * ck, what do you mean I have to hold on here?"

Before Wang Yu could finish speaking, the Ancestor of Diabolism had already disappeared. Wang Yu turned his head to look at the Centipede that was crawling down, the demonic flame blade in his hand formed together, directly slashing out a wave of blade qi towards it