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Son-of-Saint, Zihua's voice trembled as he watched Ye Hao charge out of the entrance. His eyes were filled with despair.

In Son-of-Saint, Zihua's eyes, no matter how much stronger Ye Hao was, he had no chance of winning this time around.

And if Ye Hao died, then the outcome of the Prohibition exploding within his body would definitely not be any better than the former's.

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