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Chen Guang's pace was still as slow as before, but Mo Yi was almost unable to endure it any longer.

The pressure was too great, and he had pushed himself to the limit.

If you want to kill me or cut me into pieces, I'll give you a f * cking thrill. Why are you tormenting me so quickly? What are you playing at!

Mo Yi was about to go crazy, his hair started to fall out